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Lost in ******** County (rough draft)
The beige sand is wet. There are little bits of red knobby crab’s legs tucked in here and there under smooth black stones and white pebbles of shells worn down by their time in the sea. Green leafy bulbous seaweed and water plants lay in scattered green fluffy mounds down the beach as far eye the can see. The wind blows icy cold and then warm; the air current as fickle as the white frothy surf that laps at the beaches edges. Walking down the length of the beach, glancing out to the ocean filled with large rolling and tumbling waves; ragged red and black rocks and smooth almost bare sand dunes are to your back. The fog out in the distance blankets the ocean and surrounds the beach, so but for the sound of the crashing waves, the surf sucking at the sand and the soft calling of ocean birds, it is very quiet.
There are no houses, stores or buildings here. There are no sunbathers, umbrellas, coolers and no children running about. There are instead rounded deep sunk hoof prints of horses, delicate intertwined patterns of beach and mountain bike treads, and prints of all manner of sizes from humans and sea creatures to be seen. A trip to this beach is to visit with nature and each other for a short respite from the everyday world. The daylight filtering in through the fog filled sky casts a grey blue glow over all. Wrapped in this cocoon it is a wonderful way to slip away into your own thoughts or the thoughts of another for a short spell.
The beige sand is wet. There are little bits of red knobby crab’s legs tucked in here and there under smooth black stones and white pebbles of shells worn down by their time in the sea. Green leafy bulbous seaweed and water plants lay in scattered green fluffy mounds down the beach as far eye the can see. The wind blows icy cold and then warm; the air current as fickle as the white frothy surf that laps at the beaches edges. Walking down the length of the beach, glancing out to the ocean filled with large rolling and tumbling waves; ragged red and black rocks and smooth almost bare sand dunes are to your back. The fog out in the distance blankets the ocean and surrounds the beach, so but for the sound of the crashing waves, the surf sucking at the sand and the soft calling of ocean birds, it is very quiet.
There are no houses, stores or buildings here. There are no sunbathers, umbrellas, coolers and no children running about. There are instead rounded deep sunk hoof prints of horses, delicate intertwined patterns of beach and mountain bike treads, and prints of all manner of sizes from humans and sea creatures to be seen. A trip to this beach is to visit with nature and each other for a short respite from the everyday world. The daylight filtering in through the fog filled sky casts a grey blue glow over all. Wrapped in this cocoon it is a wonderful way to slip away into your own thoughts or the thoughts of another for a short spell.