There’s a certain beauty to a winter ocean. It’s a desolate beauty: one that makes you feel.
The wind is strong enough to push you along. Flying seems possible with open arms. Once the cold sucks all the air out of you, a warm numbness takes over. The sand blasts your face. No matter how tired you might be, a visit to a winter ocean will always wake you up.
It’s not the one sunbathers worship. It doesn’t comfort. As raw and brutal as nature can be, it challenges. In meeting that challenge to walk along its shores, you’re rewarded with a new appreciation for life. The beauty of a winter ocean leaves you breathless.
Have you ever walked along the ocean in freezing temperatures? What kind of beauty takes your breath away?
Sheila Hurst 