Sometimes we all need to go to our ‘happy place’ the place where we feel safe and most at ease. I imagine everyone has a different idea as to where there’s is but tonight I decided it was time to go to mine and therefore I strolled to the beach.
I love the beach but I don’t love it on a hot steamy day. I love it on a still but overcast day. The difference isn’t only the temperature but also the proximity of people around you. I knew that tonight I’d be pretty much alone except for the odd person wandering by and could be completely alone with my senses. One sense is the smell of the sea. The slight tang of salt in the air and the freshness is something I adore.
Also the sound. Now whilst I did have my iPod on you could still hear the gentle lapping of the water. I think that water is my favourite thing on this planet. The sound of water is one of my very favourite all time things. From the sound of a waterfall (not that I’ve been near too many) to the sound of the rain on the roof to the sound of the sea. All these things make me happy but most of all they make me tranquil. Water makes me feel safe and happy.
So tonight I am down there. Alone. It is a strange concept knowing that even though I expected to not speak to anyone just the sense of seeing the odd person wander by made me feel less alone in the world. I’d think about who they were and what they were doing. From the joggers to the fat family who walked past with me pondering whether it was genetic or whether they just all ate junk – I thought about them all and their lives.
I noticed a few strange looks at me as I’m just sitting alone on a bench by the sea as dusk fell but I ignored them. They were probably doing what I was doing and wondering what I was doing there. As dusk fell there was one section of water which had light glistening of it and the rest of the water was in darkness. It was beautiful. I looked across the estuary at Sheerness and wondered if anyone was looking back at me. I need to put messages in bottles. It is something I need to do.
As I was walking back I looked at all the houses in Thorpe Bay Gardens and wondered how the people that lived there could afford such places. Did they inherit them? Did they make wise investments? Do they have good jobs? I pondered all the possibilities. I also thought about whether I would live anywhere like that. As I passed the posh houses I turned for home and here I am writing up a blog about nothing but summing up just how peaceful I can be just through the simple things like the smell and sound of the sea. I lived for so many years away from the sea and I always ask myself why.
The sea is my tranquil place but only when there isn’t too many people about. Every so often I think I should move to London and live in a big city but quaint quiet evenings like tonight make me glad I live in a relatively small coastal town.
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