I went to the beach with my friends while here in California. I sat on the shoreline, listening to the waves crashing endlessly against the fine-grained sand, and felt the film of sea salt coat my lips. Children frolicked in the waves, and dogs paraded up and down the beach with their owners, chasing rubber balls and Frisbees.
I munched silently on handfuls of peanut M&Ms and watched the seagulls soaring overhead, their cries caught in the salty breeze and whisked away. After some time, I moved quietly down to the frothy water and submerged my feet in the coolness of an ocean thousands of miles across. The waves danced around my ankles and eddied back and forth with a thousand flashes of broken light across its surface
I was touching water touching all the continents of the Earth. I never before felt so connected to this world around me.
I smiled and moved from the breaking waves, feeling the parched sand gripping my sodden feet as I walked back from the water’s edge to the blanket farther up on the shore. I sat down and sprawled back in the California sun, soaking up its warmth and golden richness. I felt that I could have sat there all day long.
And though I soon became burned on my legs, arms, and face, I couldn’t help but look back on that moment as one of wonderful introspection. My red-hot skin a reminder of the moment I had connected with the world, and the world with me.