This my friends is bliss. This is what bliss feels like, sounds like, looks like. My should could not be happier anywhere else in this moment. The breeze is steady, carrying just the right amount of coolness. The perfect temperature. The sun is blazing through the cloudless blue sky. Warm when it hits my skin, immediately cooled by the constant wind. I want to jump out of my skin right now.
My back is covered with sand and I couldn't be happier about it. The sand isn't like the sugary sand of Michigan. It's more like baking soda. Soft and light and it squeaks a bit when I run my thumb over it in my palms. Laying back with my eyes closes, I roll the fine granules around in my finger tips. After a few circular movements the sand falls out -soft new skin on skin.
The rush of the waves, charging toward the shore, are powerful and calming. It's the sound of crushing force and yet it's gentle enough to lull you to sleep. The white foam jumps and dances as the water presses insistently forward. It's like the top can't contain itself and races down the front, trying to reach the shore first, only to be caught up in another swell.
I'm surrounded by smooth, pale yellow rock cliffs. I'm a little bit hungry, but if feels good for some reason, and I think anything would feel good in this moment. The twang of emptiness exhilarating. I am feasting on the ocean. On the sights and smells and sounds. Behind me, up the hill, lays Solana Beach, suburbia by the sea. Full of concrete and stop lights and stores full of things we don't need. But here- here on the beach. Life is as it should be. Pristine. Powerful. Whole. Running. Carefree, Dangerous and untamed. Full and bright and beautiful. The sun shining down and the cool breeze playing across my face.
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