I live in the mountains currently, but I spent nearly a decade living on the East Coast. The sounds of the ocean will always calm my nerves. I have not forgotten how on the cloudy days, the ocean waves swirled a murky grey green. I have not forgotten the full moons over the sea, and the peaceful calm I found in times of chaos. I have not forgotten the way the landscape would change drastically in six month intervals.
The On season brought waves of tourists, college kids, and a hum of life to the small town. The lines on the boardwalk waiting for hot fresh baked doughnuts. The sounds of laughter and joy as kids ran up and down the boardwalk. My mom would take us to the beach at least once every summer or so. I remember being so small and unaware of surroundings, that I got toppled over by waves. I haven’t forgotten the burning of saltwater in my nose.
The Off season brought quiet days, and languid evenings. A sense of entrapment though too as most businesses closed for the season. This meant less places to go, less places to seek refuge in, less places to get away from the chaos. Winter coincided with the Off season. I am not fond of Winter. I enjoyed the quietness it brought though.
I miss being able to go out in the dead of winter and stand with my feet in freezing water to shock myself back into the body. There was no need to worry for snow and ice. No need to worry about below freezing temperatures. I will always prefer coastal shorelines to hilly valleys and winding roads. I do miss the roaring pound of the sea.
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