When I think of the beach, I tend to think of it as I knew it growing up in Texas. Once as year, when we could, my family would get together and visit the beach along the Gulf of Mexico right around July 4th.
It was hot, muggy, and so sunny it would sear your eyeballs, not to mention the bottom of your feet if you tried running barefoot on the crushed shells that made up most of the beach and surrounding streets.
We didn’t care. It was paradise and still is, in my mind.
So when I saw this picture, it seemed like such a different experience that it caught my attention and made me wonder what this sand would feel like under my toes. Probably not tiny burning daggers, or at least one can hope.
Plus it brought a little virtual relief from the mid-summer heat that we’ve been having here in the desert of New Mexico. I don’t know where this beach is, but I’d like to visit there someday.
In the meantime, I’ll be content with happy memories of wandering along our Texas beach in 104 degree/100% humidity weather, playing with my cousins in the water, and trying to avoid jellyfish. Ahhh, good times.