Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Coney Island is one of my special places, my haven away from the madness of the world of reality. A 20 minute subway ride from my home, the beach offers me a much needed escape from the hectic city, and although there might be thousands of people frolicking on the beach, it is only the ocean, our Great Mother, who grabs my attention. I love the salty smell of the air, the sand glistening brightly under the sun's rays, and the ocean breeze rustling gently through my hair. I watch the waves as they crest and crash over one another. Near the shoreline, the warm ocean water is covered with foam and bubbles from the rumbling waves. Hours later it is time for me to say good bye, but I am not sad because I know she will always be there for me, waiting for my return.