by Trikel

Created on: August 28, 2009

Sitting in the sand, hugging my knees, feeling the cool breeze off of the ocean, I sit, staring into the darkness. All of my senses are heightened. I can smell the mix of sea and salt. I feel the cool grains of sand between my toes. My hair flutters in the wind as I close my eyes and just exist.

There is no other experience that induces a sense of calm tranquility like the beach at night in the fall. All of the vacationing families are gone for the year. The water is too cold for swimming. The rest of the world has abandoned their summer getaway as I embrace the solace.

I think more clearly on the beach at night. I walk through the sand and lose myself in the awe and inspiration that is God's gift to mankind. I open my mouth and sing songs that have never been written or recorded. Every song is perfect because it is from the soul. It is from the heart. It is for God. My inner peace comes from a faith that never waivers.

I sit in the sand with a journal and a pen and write whatever comes to my mind. It's a bit cool, but perfect. In the stillness, I hear the waves crashing around me. Every rhythmic crash is followed by a smooth retreat back to the sea. Tears begin to stain my face as I let the calm of the ocean wash away the pains of a year gone by. I wish that I could visit the beach more often, to cleanse my spirit of torment and sorrow.

The sky is getting lighter as I watch the sun rise over the surf. A new day is beginning and I have been cleansed. Refreshed and renewed, I stand, dust off the sand from my clothes, and reach my hands to the heavens. The mist off of the water kisses my cheeks. I look out to sea and enjoy the colors that paint the sky. This is a perfect morning.

I pick up my shoes and my journal and begin walking along the edge of the crashing waves. I pick up a small white shell with red speckles. It has a hole already broken into the top. This will make the perfect charm as a reminder of what the beach can do. I take a handful of sand and slowly let it slip back to the ground.

I want to live by the sea. I want this chance to be alone with God and at one with nature every day. I thank the Lord for His creation. Thank you for granting me peace.

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