I Have a Confession to Make...

I'm involved in a hot and steamy love affair...with the beach. I can't deny it. Although I grew up as somewhat of a city girl, my weekends and summers have been booked with hot dates with my beach. Any beach will do, really. I watched the sun set across the bay every night last summer and would do anything to have that luxury again - well almost anything.

The beach is a magical zone where skin is in and the rest of the world doesn't matter. To learn to swim your parents throw you in the water and you learn to appreciate the saying "sink or swim." Everything seems beautiful at the beach and perspectives are skewed by the reflection off of the water.

How can you not fall in love there? There's a reason why most people "enjoy long walks on the beach." I have felt my heart stop for a few seconds while watching the sun set; it's been known to stop for a lot longer when watching it set with another. Even though it's the same sun that I've gazed at for years, it changes every time I go back, a reflection of my changed self. Or maybe a projection of my changed self.

I miss the beach and all that it represents. I miss the bonfires and the barbeques and the Coronas in the sand. I miss the laughter and I miss the sunsets.