Good bitch

They're not always good, most people can testify to that; that's not their fault though, as circumstances outside their control dictate such things...but on this occasion good would be an understatement...with, fucken glorious, being a more apt description.

I'm referring to the beach of course...oh fuck, I just realised I made a typo in my title...I meant beach, not bitch. No worries, I'll fix it later when I have more time. #notreally

Anyway, I love being at the beach on evenings like this as the sun goes down taking the heat of the day with it. The cooling breezes coming off the ocean, the sounds of lapping waves (not that there were many waves - no surfing at this beach tonight) - and the way I feel closer to nature and the planet as my bare feet connect me to it through the sand and water lapping around my ankles. Ok, I'm not a huge fan of sand, the shit gets everywhere, but I can tolerate it for nights like this.

I hate being on the beach when it's super hot or windy, they're bad beaches as far as I'm concerned, but mostly I find beaches to be nice places whether they're like it is now or before and after storms that roll through. The enjoyment of a beach is linked to the weather and weather is just a way mother nature expresses herself I guess. Being at the beach always makes me somewhere in between two places; my life behind me and a vast open space in front and as I sit there watching the sun slip down over the horizon I feel it taking some of my stresses, tension or worries away with it, and that helps clear my mind and makes me feel better when I go back to the life I've turned my back in for those beachy moments.

Anyway, I'm off now to walk some more and maybe see if I can grab us an ice-cream.