Beaches...

Oh yes, I love this very much.
We only went a couple times because my siblings insisted they were melting in the heat and humidity. But there is something so relaxing about the waves and sand and shells. I could have spent the entire vacation laying on the beach and walking at night.
This time we were not at the Pensacola Beach. We went to the beach closer to my grandparent's condo. It was not nearly as crowded. Suprisingly, I didn't like that aspect. I wish there had been more people. I'm not sure why.
The sand is one of my favorite parts. That's also my dad's least favorite part. I don't mind that it gets everywhere. That is what showering is for. I love the way it feels between my toes and how soft and hot it is on my feet, holding it in my hands and letting it slip through my hands. Drawing words and shapes in the sand quickly before the waves wash it away.
Footprints.
The beach is a beautiful place. I love them very much.