Beach.

What about the beach relaxes me instantly? The sounds of the waves unfolding on the shore? The smell of the ocean salt the fills the surrounding air? Perhaps the look of the sun glittering along the water when it decides to go to sleep for the night.

Whatever the reasons, the beach is my escape to an alternate reality. When I go out on a pier early in the morning, before all the tourists awaken, I can just watch the waves. Not the people in their European Speedos who came to the Florida beaches to rid themselves of the cold.

I get to see the innocence of the ocean.

Lately you see the posed look of girls at the beach. Bleach blonde hair, skinny bodies, tan skin. They don’t see the beaches for its beauty. They see it as just another spot to hang out and hook up. Not to mention tan their skin to another race.

If that’s what the ocean is about, count me out.