How wonderful it is to stand on pearly sands watching a big ball of fire melt into the ocean. A visit to the beach is one of life's greatest pleasures. No particular time constraints, not curfew, no worries - just endless days of child-like enjoyment. Its time to catch up and finally do what you've never got around to. Its time to indulge in something completely mindless. It may be effective. Anything goes. .
I always, always look forward to summer, it's my favorite season and it's the perfect time to have some serious fun. As a matter of fact, during the depths of a strikingly ice cold winter, I carry the picture perfect mental picture of a perfect scorching day at the beach with ice-cold long islands and my best friends.
Here's exactly how I envision this perfect day: I"m lying on a azure lounge chair on a beach which has the clearest aqua blue water and pearliest white sand which leaves my skin soft, Diesel sunglasses on, a cooler than cold drink close at hand, the shade of a cooling umbrella nearby in case it gets too hot, and my best friends all beside be enjoying every second of the sun. There is a soft gentle breeze wafting the sweet scent of jasmine over me. The sun is shining extensively. The sky is clear as cleaned crystal and bubblegum blue. I hear the crash of waves braking over the soft pearly sand of the beach. Straight ahead, I see the ocean stretching to the horizon in various shades of undulating green and blue. There is no one else in sight. There is only my friends and I.
I settle back and embrace the feeling. I am totally immersed. .
Unfortunately here's what usually happens: I'm lying on the beach, on a towel, on a semi-crowded beach. I mean there is only enough room to stick out your arm without hitting somebody, stick out your legs and arms and you"ll definitely hit somebody. The people near by are close enough to hear any arguments you have with the person right next to you.
