As I walked over the sand dune, the path to my want became easier to navigate. My inner-beach girl longing to see, hear, smell and touch the ocean was going to get her long awaited wish. Winter was over.
I stepped out on to the flattened sand and inhaled the salty goodness. The wind blew my hair in all directions and I felt the stresses of my week blow off of me.
The low roar of the surf rushing on to the beach filled my ears and I no longer heard the rattling voices in my head.
In a moments time I let it all go and welcomed the calm that the ocean always has on me.
The tide was low and the beach was long. I walked towards the water eagerly anticipating seeing the bright sparkles that the small waves leave in their wake when they get sucked back out into the ocean. The little bubbles of sea foam catch the late afternoon sunlight and glisten like water diamonds right before my eyes.
It is still too cold to take a dip or even let loose my toes to play nakedly in the sand.
But I will return in the not-too-distant-future and go barefoot. Letting my stress leak out of my feet and pour it all into the sand.
When the tide is high, the waves will come and take away the worries I had buried on the beach.
I will leave it easily and nature will absorb it into itself.
My slate will have been cleaned until I visit again.
