I love the beach. I am an official water, sun and sand girl (especially the sun part... sun+water reflection+genetically flexible dose of melanin+I've-been-in-the-backwoods-of-TN-for-a-long-time-and-am-therefore-whiter-than-I-have-ever-been-before-and-growing-sick-of-it=tan.). I never really thought much about my love for the Big Blue until we moved away from it. Classic case of taking-for-granted, I suppose. How unusual.
Coming back, I realize I am madly in love with my ocean. So I am going to post beach photos until you all fall in love with it too.
Coming back, I realize I am madly in love with my ocean. So I am going to post beach photos until you all fall in love with it too.
I loathe to say 'so long' to you, silvery sea!
p.s. For all of you poor, poor people who are stuck in horrid Southern/Eastern/Northern winter weather: Yes, this is the California coast in January, it is lovely, and there is a very legitimate reason housing prices are so obnoxiously high (and in my opinion, very much worth it). I am currently wearing a short sleeved shirt, light skirt, am barefoot, and have all the windows open in the house. I will commence soaking up the sun in the backyard after I finish making this post. Don't be too jealous. I fell almost guilty about how warm it is here.
