It was only minutes after we arrived that I started feeling better. The sea breeze and the salty tang of the air, the sound of waves, small though they were, and the prospect of warm sand beneath my feet made the last week begin to fade away somewhat. We stopped at this very spot in the picture to remove our flip flops and I took the opportunity to peel off the light linen dress I had on over my bikini, knowing my guy would appreciate the show, then I made my way down onto the beach.
I left my man to carry the beach bag and towels following behind knowing he would enjoy watching me walk towards the beach in my bikini. He's predictable, often single-minded and I love that.
I walked towards the water, found a spot that would work nicely then turned with a flourish and a broad smile...I was rewarded by his appreciative gaze...and that's how our day on the beach began. I felt light and breezy and it felt good.
Yesterday wasn't a hot day but warm enough to take a dip...but I had to soak up some warmth first, which is code for lay there stretched out beside my guy listening to music on his phone while stroked my thigh. We chatted a little, but mostly lay in silence just listening to the world around us, the familiar sounds found at the beach.
The last week has been troubling, stressful and a little overwhelming. I actually don't want to talk about it, especially after such a relaxing day at the beach and considering that the mood has lingered. I feel a little freer of spirit due to the day at the beach and, even though the cause of the stress, worry and concern hasn't gone away, I'm better able to cope because of the beach-day recharge.
We waded our way into the water, this time my guy going just ahead of me.
I guess I'm no different to him; just as much as he likes watching me, I feel the same way about him. He's well built, strong manly shoulders, nicely muscled in all the right places with a lovely V-shape to his torso and watching him wading into the water made me smile, and made me feel grateful to have him in my life. Of course, when he got to that middle area of his body...well, cool water and those parts tend to make the most robust of men wince just a little I guess.
We floated around and chatted about things, the words seeming to come a little easier in this place; it was like the ocean had washed away the harshness of the situation we're dealing with together and the sun chased away the shadows so we could see it more clearly. We spoke about the last week, the way forward and found comfort in the words and moment. It was the day we very much needed.
We are the type of people who face the harsh realities of life no matter what.
You could say we're pragmatic, solution-focused, are able to make decisions and, despite the fact we face uncertainties and fear, are willing to step forward into the future regardless; it's really the only way to live life I think. It's not easy though, and we've had to make tough decisions, but we always find a way to forge ahead. Part of that, or should I say, because of that, we need to step away from it at times and find some moments for ourselves, like our beach day.
It was a perfect day. The weather, the beach, the talking, the picnic food my man prepared, the time spent together away from our troubles and the distance we gained from them that allowed us to apply some perspective. I enjoyed being in the water with my guy and the way he describes me as his mermaid. I don't have the courage to tell you the other things he said, which made me smile, flush with pleasure, feel delicious and...Well, you'll have to use your imagination and fill in the rest.
It was a perfect beach-day recharge.
Becca 💗