I’m sitting here, watching the waves crash along the rocky cliffs of the Malibu beach. The water turning into a million foamy bubbles as it washes over the sand. I’m not in California. I’m watching it on television.
I can’t remember the last time I was on the beach, it has been too long. I can still remember my toes sinking in the sand, forming a dented print as the waves pull back out. When you grow up with the beach only a few miles away, you miss it more when you can’t get to it like you once did.
This is probably where I’m to share some wisdom, but I’m plum dry of anything at the moment. I’m just here, listening and watching the waves, feeling peaceful. Thinking of wet sand under my feet and foamy white bubbles rolling over my toes.