It’s a bit hard for some of my friends to comprehend why someone — and that means me — could not easily be charmed by the sight of a beach to strip down to her swimsuit and jump in for a good swim. Beaches, they say, equate swimming and basking under the sun.
Not for me, though. I love beaches because of their romantic appeal. I find them especially appealing when they are calm, either at sun up or sun down. The soft sound of the waves paying homage to the shores simply reaches the depth of my being, soothing and relaxing my spirit.
During turbulent weathers, beaches are not much of a sight, for they spell terror and destruction. But I like them just the same, for beaches at the height of a fit are reflective of my explosive tendency when provoked — daunting and terrifying.
Yup, I also know (now) how to bitch. And I've been told I do an extremely good job of it. Ha ha!
/Photo: Puerto Galera, April 12, 2006/
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