That is on a nik-nak on my wife's kitchen shelf.
She looks out over the water at swans, ducks, and the sunrise.
We are not far from many beaches.
Falmouth has more waterfront that any other town in the US.
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Beaches are like people...we appreciate different ones for different reasons. They certainly are all different.
Thanks for the opportunity to reflect.
My philosophy is "When you're at the beach--any beach--how bad can it be?" It's all good!
I grew up in southwestern Connecticut, so the beach I went to as a child was on Long Island Sound. The sand was hard and gritty--like gravel--and it left marks up and down my thighs, but I loved it. I was a kid, and I was at the beach!
Later, during my college years in Massachusetts, I used to go to Martha's Vineyard for Labor Day weekend. Beautiful place, lots of fond beach memories, but the sand was still--well--"sandy."
It was only much later--20 years ago, to be precise--when I moved to New Smyrna Beach, on the east coast of Florida, that I discovered soft, powdery white sand that's smooth as talcum powder. And "Look, ma--no patterns on my legs!"
Thanks for asking such a fun question.