Dolphins crest the horizon while the sun turns water into crystal ripples. A beyond middle aged dude reminiscent of Sammy Hagar sits in his sand chair playing tunes from Springsteen to Boston on his throwback radio. The breeze remains steady keeping the sun from burning my cheeks. Covered in salt, allowing the waves to crash into me, fills my soul with energy. Just as far as the eye can see the tides roll tirelessly into the beach bringing surprising treasures to passing goers and little toes brave enough to stand until the water slips away in its brief moment.
As I stroll my way through the village shops, conversations with business owners selling handmade soaps or crafted jewelry and gifts that you don’t question paying whatever price because you know exactly where it came from and whom is benefiting, are simple yet intriguing. Getting a glimpse into the life of a small seaside town resident beckons me to want to stay longer than just a visit. Images of early morning sunrise and eager boat rides to score the catch of the day come to mind as the soap maker talks of the fresh tuna dinner he will be preparing with friends that night.
Wind whispers in my ear and my ponytail waves gently like the kites staked in the sand. I cycle my legs never tiring over flat terrain through ponds filled with cattails, the only landmark from miles away, a lookout tower providing the reminder that days like this were not always filled with peace. Miles stretch along the coast line as the pavement below moves below my feet blurred by speed.
There is nothing like dipping your toes in the tide at days end when all else has left to amuse in the delights of the boardwalk and avenues of shops. I am here in this moment as the waves provide music to my ears all I can think about is what lies in front of me. The sky turns pink reminiscent of Bermudian sand against a backdrop of turquoise so deep you almost think you are standing under the ocean. The evening is upon me and the air begins to cool. This is my drug of choice. There is no anxiety, stress or sadness here. My mind is clear and sharp, my body relaxed and sun kissed. It is an addiction that will bring me back for an abundance of reasons. Waves and sun providing excitement in the summer while beach grass lined trails inspire in the fall.
Sometimes it’s a place that fills our voids of broken hearts or worried minds. You won’t find it in your wallet or on your iPhone, but if you are open to exploration I assure you no matter where you go, you suddenly feel like nothing else matters. And isn’t that how it should be, living to feel over living for things. Go to the town filled with sand, touch the sky, listen to the music of the ocean, see the crystals dance in the water and feel it all. Just remember to take a little home with you each time to fill your day dreams from the sand in the little town.