I learned that it doesn't matter how many times I come to a beach, that I still get excited like a child at the first glimpse of the ocean.
As we drive closer to our destination, I start to sense the air change. The smell is salty and then...I see it - through the houses, the never-ending vast ocean.
And almost immediately, like waves that wash away footprints in the sand, I am washed over with peace. It is the place I feel closest to God. It reminds me that life goes on and there is something much bigger than myself.
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