Somehow, after lunch, I limped through the rest of day. In pure bordem and in need for something “good” in my life, I began to dream of the beach…just a 30 min. bus ride away. The sounds of ocean began to wash back in forth in my brain. I could just taste the sea salt on my tongue. All I needed to do was “Go!” Go to the sea, my ocean, and my savoir. I arrived at the Bus Station at 2:57pm.My timing was perfect. I got on the bus, sat in the back, and turned up some of my tunes. I was so stoked to go to the beach and enjoyed the bus ride over there .
I arrived at Pismo Beach at 3:35, and the weather was absolutely perfect. The bad thing was that I didn’t have any sun screen and I had to carry my bag with all my extra clothes: an iPad and soccer cleats. I walked down to the beach, and I took off my shoes. The moment I stepped in the sand, all the stress and frustration from my crappy day left my body like a Buddha finding Nirvana. I walked down the entire beach and just enjoyed the sun while collecting sand dollars and shooting some cool photos.
After a mellow walk down the beach, I headed to the pier. I perused with the soft breeze of the wind and seagulls flying above. I enjoyed the soft sound of the waves splashing against the pier.
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