The ocean itself was devoid of anyone. Just the soft sand below me, the darkness all around me, and the ever-calling ocean. I took my shoes off, walked along the edge, and just... thought. Not the thinking I normally do, the constant worry, the fear and stress that keeps me up at night. Calm thoughts, reminders of my heart. I thought of Her, also.
I'm crying, just thinking about it. Not a bad cry, but one of joyful memories. I'm anxious to see the Pacific, where I will be living soon. I'm anxious to touch her waters and know her, as I've come to know this Atlantic sea. It's things like this I need more of in my life, just these tender little moments, so simple, which touch my heart and remind me... of the true me.