Salty air, sandy beach...What more do you need?

Yesterday was a bit of a last-minute trip to the beach to take my aunt and uncle while they're visiting. Normally, we like to leave first thing in the morning, but my mom worked and didn't get off until later, so we waited. Our first stop was Pismo Beach. We parked and walked quite a distance and took in the salty air as we dug our toes into the sand. I feel so alive when I stand next to the ocean. My mind is free and I'm not worried about what comes next, what I'm doing tomorrow or what's going to happen five years from now. I feel closer to God in those moments. I like feeling small when I stand next to the ocean. Or when I look up at the sky and remember I'm only a tiny part of the grander plan. It's not all on me and it's okay to not know the next step. There's beauty in that. I would've stayed there forever if I could. The air was breezy and the perfect sweatshirt weather. As we walked closer back to the shore, we decided to ...