May my toes root me here
This is really beautiful! Great writing. And so relatable.
Nicci, I love how your stories are so relatable. I, too, am from the Midwest - still live there - but I've never really been a beach person, either. And I didn't honestly understand why until you described the mental labor involved in just getting there. That's me. If planning a fun outing means I have to figure out crowds, parking, fees, finding shade, setting up towels and umbrellas and remembering food and drinks and toys and sunscreen and also - all the sand my family will traipse into the house when we return home! Sand is like glitter: it never goes away.
At my age, I just want to go somewhere without all the things, but I really can't because of 5 children and their ages and their special needs.
So...IF I were to go the beach, I would go alone. Because it truly is as stunning as you describe.
This was beautiful, Nicci. Poetic and rich. Really lovely.
Just watch out for sand in the diaper of the littlest one...
Loved this. For me going to the sea feels like it’s where it all began so you can easily become peaceful there.