I haven't been to the beach in such a long time. I love the water. I love any body of water. Ocean, Lake, River, Pool...it doesn't matter to me. When I first watched Sleepless in Seattle, I was so jealous of his home on the water. A quaint little house, with a nice wrap around deck right there on the water in the bay. How perfect is that.
My family in Minnesota mostly live on Lake front property. It's so beautiful. Mornings are especially gorgeous. When I visited my Aunt and Uncle one fourth of July, I woke early just as the sun had come up. My Aunt had bought me this small seat like raft which was tied to the Dock with a long rope. I went out and floated in that raft for hours. As I floated, a turtle swam by and a Mother and her ducklings swam by...I was in my glory.
When I was in Hawaii, I sat on the beach just outside our condo and brought a loaf of bread with me. I fed the sand crabs as they popped out of their holes in the sand. They'd come up and literally grab the bread out of my fingers and crab walk sideways back to their hole and vanish. I could do that all day. The water was so beautiful, the sunshine so warm on my body, there's nothing like it.
Another favorite of mine is Lake Mead. I've only been once, but it was breathtaking. My parents rented a houseboat and we each brought a couple with us. Our friends brought a Seadoo and I took it out one morning. The lake was as smooth as glass. I rode the Seadoo into canyons too narrow for boats. I would drift really slow and it was so quiet. It was so beautiful. I know I keep using the word beautiful, but to me, that's what water and scenery is. I take it all in. The sights, the smells, the sounds, the feel of the air and the sunshine. I feel so peaceful in those moments.
Right now, I am wishing I was at the beach. Preferably a private beach where I was able to sit under a Palapa and sip ice cold Chardonnay all day long. Listening to the waves crash, the sound of the seagulls flying by and conversing with my man next to me. Hmmm I am thinking somewhere like Cabo San Lucas or perhaps the Bahamas. Oh and now that I am thinking Bahamas, what about staying in one of those private bungalows on the water. A glass section of the floor where I can watch the sea life under me. Now we're talking. A girl can dream, can't she?
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