I’m a girl who likes to be clean. I’ll get sweaty and dirty, but I don’t like to stay that way. I want a shower as quickly as possible and sometimes quicker than possible. I also like ideal weather. I like it not-too-hot and not-too-cold. I like that perfect temperature in the 70’s when there is coolness in the air and a fresh feeling all around. New growth of spring helps this feeling, but I’ll also take a brisk Autumn day. A gentle breeze is nice, but not too breezy…
However, there is one place where none of that matters too much. The beach.
I adore the beach. I don’t care about being salty and smelling of sunscreen. My hair can be greasy and my skin a sweaty. I don’t mind the sand between my toes or the relentless breeze that would normally seem too much. I adore the beach because of it’s proximity to the ocean and I am in love with the ocean.
I grew up in Texas, so my concept of the “ocean” was the Gulf of Mexico. Now, don’t get me wrong…I’d rather have the Gulf than be land-locked with no water outlets at all. But really, the Gulf is not the ocean…but it’s close enough for a Texas girl, tight on funds at the end of the summer. And it still has some beauty to offer, so I do still enjoy the Gulf version of the ocean.
I will never forget, however, the first time I encountered the Ocean. I was on my honeymoon and we went to Kauai. It was our first morning there and we went on a small hike, eager to see Paradise. We came over a rise and there She was. The Ocean. Huge and Blue.
I was in love.
Never before had I understood that the Ocean really is endlessly big and hopelessly blue. The Kauai Ocean looks nothing like the Gulf of Mexico, but they are sisters and so any chance I get to be with either of them refreshes my soul.