Breaking the silence
Saturday, August 25, 2007, 7:07 PM

It's been a long time since I've walked across sand, so I took off my shoes and walked on the beach last weekend. My feet sank into the sand almost to the ankle with each step. The best way to walk across sand is like you're marching; if you drag your feet, you're going to trip.

The water was cold at first, but I got used to it quickly. Walking across the beach at the edge of the water was another test of balance because each time the water receded back into the ocean, some of the sand went with it. Even standing still was a challenge because the water pulls the sand from beneath your feet, so my muscles were constantly readjusting. But it was wonderful. The sun was out, there was enough of a breeze to keep the water hitting the shoreline, kids were screaming and laughing.

There were sails on the water, but they were too far away for me to see the boats. Whenever I see a sail on the water, it makes me want to be out there, to feel the wind, to feel as if I'm part of the water. But I love looking wistfully at the sails and daydreaming about what it's like. The wind doesn't howl as loudly, sting my eyes or feel so cold in my daydreams. But I can't feel the warmth of sunshine in a daydream, either.

I'd love to live by the beach one day.

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