The air was salty and the breeze welcomed. Before the air grew too far into the heat range that warrants an immediate shower, we ventured onto the pale, sandy shoreline of Venice Beach. The air was more wavy than the waters that morning. A calm sense filled the space between the tall waving sea oats and the gentle lapping morning waves meeting the shore.
When you stand on the shoreline, sometimes you forget the rest of the land that sits behind and beyond. All that lies before you are endless seas that rise and fall with the moon each day.
A powerlessness sweeps over you, but at the same time you cannot help but feel part of the nature that you get to dwell in. With sand getting into your flats and between your toes you are like the grains of sand- small and a tiny part of something much larger.
You are with the land, the sea, and the air. Other distractions are beyond your reach, if only for a little while.
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