Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Loving the ocean, but not the beach
When the air is not too cold and windy, and the offshore breeze is blowing just right, I can smell the faint tang of the ocean. I love that smell. I’ve never encountered that scent successfully duplicated anywhere. Various candles that say “ocean” smell more like rain (which I also like, but it’s not ocean). When I’m actually at the beach the smells are even more wonderful. I don’t mind rotting seaweed at all. It’s like a pungent, salty, organic… well if you don’t know what I’m talking about I can’t describe it to you. It just invokes a sense of well being in me.
The funny thing is I don’t actually like being on the beach. All that sand gets everywhere and into everything. On hot days there’s no shade, the sand scorches you, and the heat just emanates from all directions. On not-hot days the wind is usually freezing and blowing everywhere. Being on the beach annoys me.
I guess I like being near it. I like watching the waves crashing, the birds doing their little dance on the sand as the water washes up and recedes, and best of all, that soothing ocean smell. Deep breaths y’all, it’s good for the soul.
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