Really. The Endorphins flow. I am content. It's heaven.
On a perfect or near perfect beach day I spontaneously lose 40 years and 30 pounds.
That was today. I was 26 and 137. My hair was brown with some light streaks and I stood just a little taller. My wrinkles disappeared along with the liver spots. (Although you can't tell from the photo) And I was virtually pain free (except for a short bout of sciatica from sitting which I relieved by lying down for a bit.)
The day was certainly near perfect: sunny, blue skies, 83 degrees, negligible humidity, a light breeze. It was not a weekend so the crowds were tolerable. I have a senior pass, so it was free to get into the State Beach.
I listened to music, read, had a light lunch, walked the length of the beach from end to end and back - four miles total.
I saw only one group of about 9 or 10 college boys with nice bodies. I thought it was the gay section, but they had 3 girls among them, so I couldn't be sure.
Actually I don't think there is a gay section anymore. Years ago there was a gay section. You could tell by the proliferation of men with speedos and bikinis. But speedos and bikinis are out, surfer shorts are (still) in, unless you are at a real gay beach, then you'll see speedos and bikinis and skimpier things.
|Feeling like 26|
|The Water is Murky - |
Can't See Your Feet in Waist Deep Water
|From One End (East)|
|To The Other End (West)|
|Beach Blanket Still Life|
Walking barefooted, minimal clothing, kissed and caressed by the sun, somewhat bohemian, no baggage. EVERYTHING ELSE IS SUPERFLUOUS.
There were only two things I could think of that made the day near perfect instead of perfect:
1) ONE big green beach fly, (but I got him before he got me)
2) it was not a nude beach
One near perfect beach day each summer is a necessity. A few more wouldn't hurt. The beach makes me happy.