I’ve missed the ocean.
That makes it sound like I went all the time when I lived out on the East Coast—I didn’t—but I went at least a few times every summer to sit on the beach.
A good hike in the mountains comes closest, but its at the seaside where nature demonstrates its most basic components: earth, water, wind.
And so, in some ways, are we: bodies stripped of their technological trappings—flimsy fabric of bathing suits, towels, umbrellas.
My type of beach, save for a jetty or two, is exposed. No beachside boardwalk or pier or amusement. No evidence of human construction, just the endless rolling tide landing in unbroken rhythm against the shore.
Taylor Coe 