I am standing on the beach and curling my toes into the warm, grainy sand, trying to breathe it all in. My grandparents stand on each side of me like sturdy bookends; each hold a hand tightly. They know I want to break free and run toward the water.
I gaze out onto the blue-meets-blue horizon and catch a glimpse of a gull floating high above me. I think to myself, “I wish I could be that gull and never leave here.” I think I have never seen something so magical, a feast for eyes and soul. It is strange how the ocean pulls on my heart like a strong magnet. I feel like I have always known this watery world so full of life, the known and the unknown. I lick my salty lips and tug at my grandparents, leaning forward and leaving small footprints in the sand stained a coffee-color from the frothy waves that lick at the shoreline.
The lacy-fingered waves roll in and out, in and out, a pulsating rhythm that beats like my heart. It reminds me of life…that all life came from here. I cry out, “It’s so beautiful…it’s so very beautiful!” And even today as I stand on the warm, summer’s beach, curling my toes into the grainy sand, I whisper in my mind, “It’s so beautiful. It’s so very beautiful!” I catch my breath as the wonder of it all wraps around me like a warm blanket.