We happily chant “Never a bad day at the beach!” as often as we can, my family and I. As we round that first bend on Highway 101 eagerly seeking a first glimpse of the expansive Pacific, a collective and audible group sigh escapes from our lips and the the sense of calm we so eagerly seek begins to set in. I can hear it now: the crashing surf, the calling gulls. I can smell it too: the salty musty scent of the sea breeze. Ah, the peace. It’s lovely here. 
For more entries to this challenge, visit “Where’s my Backpack.” Thanks, Ailsa, for inspiring idea.
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© Erica K O’Shea at “growthandpossibility.wordpress.com”, 2013.
"I dwell in possibility..." 