I grew up in a beach town. Our house was two blocks from the water and even though I didn't go to the beach often, we always had to drive along it to get home. Maybe that's why the ocean makes me feel like I'm home. I'm pretty sure I could never live far away from the shoreline or a major body of water for an extended period time.
Anthony and I currently live right at the entrance of the town beach. In the morning, you can hear the seagulls and sometimes, when it's very quiet, the faraway sound of waves, but my favorite thing is how the air seems extra salty and crisp at the beginning of autumn. On a Sunday walk down to the pier, my friend and I watched boats crawl between the sandbars. The sun was warm but the ocean mist was cool. Summer is really on the way out and I'm more than ready for corduroys and pumpkin bread. xo
Photo taken at Short Beach in Stratford, Connecticut