Sand beneath your feet, fresh air in your lungs. The waves lapping up on the shore, or breaking hundreds of metres out in cosmic cylinders. Tide ramps form the perfect jump off. Shells to find. Kick a footy. Bravely walk towards the water, then retreat as the waves break just in front of you. Too cold to swim just yet. Give it a few more weeks. Love that smell of sunscreen. Sand between your toes. Rocks to climb on the point. Rock pools to investigate. Warm sun on your back, eyes squinting in the bright light.
Fun, discovery, joy.
Free.
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