It's hard to say goodbye to the beach. It's captivating and makes me think of the million reasons to stay longer or to figure out how to buy real estate there. I usually go looking for at least one house or condo to purchase, it is so inviting. But, eventually reason wins out and I pack the car to leave the sand that has been my second home and pleasure. I buy a postcard in the lobby of the hotel, or I take my last-minute 10 more pictures. I review the last 25 pictures I've taken and look back at the beach, desperately wanting to break away for one last walk on the beach, but knowing I did that an hour ago and really can't go back. I have flashes of all the great places I ate, souveneir shops I bought stuff from, all the ticket stubs that I shoved into the zip pocket on the outside of the suitcase for memory's sake, and the parasailing or surfing that marked my memory.
I love the beach. I love the memories of the beach. I love anticipations of next trips to the beach. I love the beach through the eyes of others. It's fascinating and rejuvenating, alluring and inspiring, mesmerizing and vibrant... And I love the people that are beaches in my life.
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