Nothing beats a beach trip.
Let’s pack up the car & get outta the house
There’s nothing better than a summer day. The heat touching the tops of my winter-toned feet In sandals, and a sundress that glides over my freshly Shaved legs.
There’s nothing better than walking back and forth. The car filling with a boogie board, a blanket, umbrella, extra underwear, towels, toys, frisbees, floaties, and more food Than necessary.
There’s nothing better than a grill dug out of the shed. The grill dragged across the sand, fired up, and filled it to the brim with burgers or hotdogs, potatoes or corn, veggie or meat Kabobs.
There’s nothing better than the scent of sunscreen. The one everyone seems to have, that squirts out too quickly and leaves you looking like Frosty the Snowman.
There’s nothing better than the glistening shimmer. The rays hitting the ocean, and me not reading my book while actually watching adults struggle to put up umbrellas & kids making Sandcastles.
There’s nothing better than a frozen lemonade. It melts on my tongue while we wait in line for the Ferris wheel & maybe sneaking a sweet, creamy taste of your sprinkle-filled Cone.
There’s nothing better than the cawing of seagulls. The crashing of water against the shore, the splashing of children sandy beyond recognition, and the ahh satisfaction of a beach Getaway.






