Ocean

There was nothing but a feeling of nostalgia. I had loved the ocean ever since I was a little girl. I had never thought I would ever come remotely close to seeing an actual ocean. But here I was, approaching the ocean waters of the San Diego shore, barefooted. Obviously j had not been prepared, as I wore the exact same slippers I wore back home during Canadian winters, with ridiculously tight pants, and a thin flimsy shirt. I stared at the ocean. The same ocean that I had seen on globes. The ocean I've learned about hear after year during all my time at school. It almost feels as though it casts a spell and draws you in, the waves lap at my feet and tug at me as if it were inviting me in. The salty breeze caressed my face, the gritty sand shifting beneath my feet and in between my toes and feet. The tide recedes and beckons me out further, then comes back to the beckons me back with a flooded nudge. I will always be eager to visit the ocean and be humbled and in awe of its grandeur. The ocean is a place of escape. Any who are close to it, consider