Dear Beach,
I think about you all the time. You have always responded to these thoughts with thoughts of your own.
On my morning walks, you meet me with soft lapping waves and a wondrous backdrop for meditative thoughts. On a hot island afternoon, your sun warms my shoulders and delivers manatees that float by my side nudging me to thoughts of the greatness of God. And, in the evening, you hand over a mango-drenched sky suspended above grey granite waters, and the music of the squawking seabirds seeking their last meal for the day.
How can I not love you? How can I not think of you all the time,
You are in my soul.
XO