Dec 15, 2015
You know what I love? The beach at night. The air is no longer thick with humidity, but refreshingly warm and breezy; with the smell of the salty air consuming you, brushing over your skin. It's quiet, except for the crashing of the waves and the swirling of the water as it recedes from the shoreline. The sand feels cold and damp as your feet sink into it with every step. You feel free, like you can do anything. Like you can get up and run away with no worries. But you also feel so small. With the array of stars overhead and the vast ocean before you, you feel like you're only a grain of sand in the world. It's comforting, though; you feel so safe here, like this is home. The beach is home.
