Wasaga
Friday, August 28, 2015
Where I go to reset.
Fresh and blue.
Star dust sand, so fine, and so, so perfect for castles.
The never ending horizon… there is that too.
One long seam of sky and sea that ripples when you reach it.
There is a sweet comfort in the endless match box cottages littering the shore line and up the many roads leading away from the water's edge.
Beach 23 is where all my memories are layered out over loud floral and fluorescent towels, covered in Banana Boat oil and burning under the sun.
I find it’s best to move away from the main drag… but occasionally, a trip to the carnival strip is good for the soul.
The painted colors.
The flash and lights.
The drama splashed unapologetically across the simple white beach.
Sometimes everyone needs the noise to roar.
But you can always trek back to your quiet spot of sun and surf,
and then slip out past the countless sandbars… till you reach the deep.
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