The Beach, Again

Being back at the beach always comes as a shock. I know that this world continues to exist when I'm not here. Its rhythms free for the taking, its palms swaying in the breeze whether I'm here to see them or not. 

But the year is long between visits, and sometimes it seems like a mirage. Oh, no, though. It is still here, with all its differences and beauties. 

It's so lovely to be at the beach again.