Day 12: Sand and Water, and A Million Years Gone By

As I write this, I am sitting on a comfy little seat I made out of a pile of rocks on the beach, with my feet in the water and the waves splashing me. I live near the water, but the lake I live by is disgusting and not really fit for swimming. At least, not our part of it. So when I haven't been near the water for long enough period of time, I forget how much I love it. Not necessarily swimming, although I do love to swim, but just being in the waves, letting them wash over my legs, keeping me just cool enough that I'm not frying. I love the sound of the waves, the way they look, the way they smell, how nice it feels to just walk through them and enjoy a beautiful day. I've got my iPod on my Sunny Day playlist, a cozy seat near the water, and my camera, should anything interesting come along (I've already snapped half a million photos of the waves). I could stay here all day. It's times like this when my old longing to move to Florida and live on the ocean and be a marine bologist is rekindled, despite my paler-than-Moaning-Myrtle skin that would fry like an egg and my intense intolerance for heat and humidity. I've been there three times and each time ranks as one of my fondest memories. (My mom has just stolen my spot and I have been forced to fashion a second rate, less comfortable, half reclined spot next to her.) But I just think being able to be in and study the water for a living would be such an amazing job. And to live right near it would be the best thing ever. When I get home tomorrow night I'll post some pictures on Tumblr, so if you're interested, go to http://latuacantante17.tumblr.com and they should be up tomorrow night or sometime this weekend. Enjoy your Thursdays and I will enjoy my BEACH! *snicker*

Song of the Day: Love Song- Sara Bareilles