Beach Day

Sunday was beautiful. I knew from the moment the sun shined through the basement window into my room, it was going to be a beach day. I quickly walked to the sliding glass door, opened it and was overwhelmed with the smell of sea salt and fresh cut grass. After having lived in my new house for three weeks now I have only made it to the beach once, but I knew today was going to be great. Able to look at the endless blue ocean from behind my house, I was ready to make the journey to the sand that I should have been accomplishing everyday since I had moved in. I gathered my belongings and heckled my roomates to get their bathing suits on, "were going to the beach!" I exclaimed. After packing a cooler with drinks and food, we began the walk through a number of back yards (including our own) and across the scenic Ocean Rd. We had made it. All these days spent sitting on the deck looking at the water, we could have been dipping our feet right in. The sand was hot and the water just right, warm enough to stay in comfortably. Our 5 minute walk to the beach provided its justice. Sunday was to die for.