Reservations for one
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Reservations for One
Two places strike my fancy when it comes to relaxation and peace. Although, there is only one of these places that I am able to visit on a regular basis. Growing up on the coast, I found the beach hypnotizing. As a child, I would go to build sand castles, search for seashells, and the most exciting, to try to beat the waves to the sandy beach. As I got older, I developed an entire different outlook of what the beach represented to me.
After my brother passed away, I spent as much time as possible in Texas with family. I was dealing with the loss of my beloved brother and did not want to go home and deal with the horror of my marriage, too. I would find myself drifting to the beach on those warm sunny days that come so easily to the Texas coast.
As I drove to a nice secluded area, I would take notice of the boats in the distance. They seemed so far away, but at the same time, so near. As I stopped the car, I would think about what type of boat that could have been, floating so freely in the ocean. But then I would step out of the car, into the warm, bright sunshine, and it washed away all other thoughts. I’d grab a lawn chair and towel out of the back of the car, a relaxing smile on my face. The very first thing I would do was take my shoes off. I love to feel the warm sand under my toes as the sun beat down on my face. I would sit in my chair, put some tanning oil on and enjoy the tranquility the wind and sun brought.
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