For a few weeks now I've been meaning to dip my toes into some water. No, scratch that. I've been thinking about total submersion. Shaking that heat once and for all. Total relief. Bracing myself against a chain of waves. Running sluggishly out to shore and getting pulled back by an outgoing rush of water. Letting my hair get stiff and salty from the ocean. Rubbing a hand over any given place on my body and coming away with a sand-dusted palm.
I am not a beach person. I like to keep my skin a healthy ivory. I have never made "the beach" a part of any vacation I have taken. I think I have purchased two swimsuits in the last 10 years. I do not own a beach towel. That need to submerge myself though; it couldn't be ignored. And so today I found myself - along with my equally sun-shy husband and uninitiated little boy (his first-ever trip to the beach!) at Fire Island. I was tossed around like a rag doll by the waves of the Atlantic. My swimsuit almost fell off about a dozen times, my legs got sunburnt, and it took a bit of effort to not care that my jiggly bits were on display. It was fantastic. I am still not a beach person. I will however, be back at this beach before the summer is over.
6 comments:
I love the dangling baby feet shots!
Looks wonderful! How did Nils like the sand? You know I've been pining for the ocean too ... fortunately, it looks like in early August I'm finally going to satisfy that craving.
BeeKay - where? Atlantic? Pacific? Is there a concert involved somehow?
Yes, there is a concert involved - how astute! And the answer is "very Pacific." In fact, surrounded by Pacific!
Hawaii? Fiji? Japan? Palau?
Oh my gosh, I feel the exact same way about the beach, etc., but I'm also craving a trip to the beach. How did you guys get to Fire Island? I'm thinking it might just be a subway ride to Coney Island for me...
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