To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
A
beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea
glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the
ocean.
Every
time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me:
If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature's simple
treasures, life and living need not be so hard.
At
the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood
to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the
sun.
Come
walk with me, take off your shoes, let's walk the beach with only the
moon to light the path and waves to hear you tell me you love me. Why
does the ocean rock the moon to sleep every night? So the sun will wake
and kiss the beach
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