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WRITING INSPIRED BY: SONGS
Song: The Scent of the Old Ocean by Those Who Ride With Giants
First There Is That Distinct Smell of the Ocean and Then the Smell of Salt.
Ocean Beaches
It can take more effort to get to the ocean in some places. When I was younger, I lived 30 minutes from the Santa Cruz beach. Going there just took a decision and a way there. I was fortunate to have my car. Back in the day, many would go surfing, and others like me would go boogie boarding. Smaller board for the smaller waves. I knew better than going on the larger waves. I was not the strongest of swimmers, so I would play it safe.
Many visits to the ocean beaches were for just enjoying the sounds of the waves pounding the sand. The smell of the ocean seemed to beacon you to be sure to make it back for another visit.
Thinking while at the ocean beach was one thing, I spent many a visit when younger. The sound would help me sort things out, make smart decisions. The ocean was a cheerful place to be, and not a place I was ready to leave.
When my daughter was born, we made fewer visit to the ocean beaches until she reached thirty months old. She quickly developed a desire to spend more time at the beach. I was more than…
