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Along the Beach

            The Pacific beaches on the north coast of California are amongst the prettiest in the world.  But the water is cold.  So swimming is one of the things you do at the risk of freezing your insides, ice cubing the body into shivers that turn blue after five minutes.

            She is always the same that way, 366 days in a leap year.

            The sand, however, is usually clean and wading barefoot is still a desirable endeavor.  They are often miles long and , most of the time, barely habited.  Nice places to be.  Much better places to be if you have someone’s hand to hold.

            Warm beaches are nice.  The swimming is much better and the cooling effect of the breaking surf is a desire on a humidity prone day.  What is missing on a baking, sweaty day is the close contact that Northwestern Pacific currents make possible. 

            The weather on the left ocean coast is usually cool.  Days may reach the low 80s but more than likely will hover in the 60s.  With the breeze, the only way to stay warm is to put on a sweatshirt and get as close to your partner as you can.  No sweaty bodies, no sunscreen oils and the humidity is AWOL.  From January 31^st to January 30^th. 

            Great for couples.   It was always one of the things I enjoyed doing; for the serenity, the closeness and the privacy of a very intimate kiss.  It brings you close.  It takes the heart and makes it reach to its counterpart nearby, until they are both beating at the same rhythm and at the same energy level. 

            It does it all so quietly.  Breaking ocean waves are the only noise and they are only a whisper that enhances the inner workings of love in action. 

            Sunshine, fog, clouds and a wave  twice the size of the previous seventy four, wakes the soul, the spirit, inner workings of bodies that have trouble finding how to reveal themselves and their hidden wishes.

            The expanse of trillions of grains of sand, infected with foaming broken waves that wash under and over each other as they quarrel for a spot on the beach, lightens internal turmoil.  They give into themselves and become part of the next part of the next breaker. ‘Look at me’, they mumble.  The conflict that was once an ocean storm is no more than me, blending with me, to become the next one.  Disharmony becomes moot, a non entity.

            How else does one explain a walk on the beach?  The Pacific is not a pond.  Gentler than other oceans, her expanse makes a kind mother, a powerful parent and a great provider.  She’s cold in the American northwest, at least to the touch.  Yet she brings a special warmth to the souls of those who let her inside.