I don't typically go into the water (unless forced at gunpoint because sharks, you guys!) but I love looking at it. I grew up on an island, and in Australia, my apartment was on a peninsular on the Swan River. So there was always water everywhere I looked. (Plus hot men running in tiny shorts or playing footy... Wonderful scenery.) These days, I'm pretty much land-locked, and I didn't think I'd miss the water much at all, but I really, really do.
This past weekend the hubs was invited to an annual work thing held along the shore and it was sooooo nice to smell that salt air and watch an actual sunset.
The hubs... Photo-bombing.
And then I came home and washed the crap out of my feet. All that sand was making me die a little inside. Yes, I know I'm damaged.