There is no other place in the world where you can hear this sound. Close your eyes and it will take you 1000 miles away. To a place of peacefulness and tranquility. It’s the sound of waves crashing on the beach.
All the other sensory perceptions to be experienced at the beach can be duplicated, but not this one. I’ve been jonesing to go to the beach for quite some time and I’m at a point where I can convince myself that everything I notice at home is something like I’d find at the beach.
If the sun is shining and it’s hot outside, I tell myself that the beach is hot and sunny. If it’s cloudy and an afternoon storm comes up, well, that’s like the beach too. When I cut the grass I can almost convince myself that it smells a little bit like the beach. It doesn’t really smell anything like the beach, but that’s what I tell myself. And I do have some sand in my yard. If I’m standing in the backyard and look out over the pond I can tell myself the ocean looks just like that. Except the pond is flat and doesn’t have noticeable movement whereas even the calmest ocean has waves and moves. Movement, ever changing and never the same twice. But it’s the sound that can’t be duplicated. That loud crashing sound.
You don’t know how loud it is until you get down there and try to have a conversation with someone. Or try to listen to music. But I don’t want to listen to music when I can hear the sound of the ocean. I am part of the ocean and the ocean is part of me.
When I’m here at the beach I feel like I’m at home. If I didn’t know better I’d think I was a fish. And when I’m not at the beach I’m a fish out of water!
If I were going to be an animal in the ocean what would I be? Obviously I want to be at the top of the food chain so that I would last for a while. So maybe a blue marlin. Or a hammerhead shark because it’s so weird looking. Or a sperm whale because you get to roam the seven seas endlessly. Even into the depths. Or maybe a sea turtle. Old and wise, traveling far and wide.
When I come back I think I want to be one of those animals rather than a cricket or blade of grass. I love the ocean. That’s part of my story. What’s yours?