Soft light infiltrates through a grey canopy of misty darkness.
The endless soft rushing noises fill my ears.
The dull green of grasses is a lulling constant reminder of the outdoors.
In my head, I know everything is at peace.
In the great outdoors, however, the chaos is ensuing.
That’s what bringing thirty-six girls to the beach will do.
I love the beach. It’s always the same to me. No matter where you are in the world, what time of day it is, or who you’re with. The sand, the sky, the surf, the sun. Perfection, wrapped up in the simple package of harmony and happiness. It’s also bittersweet for me, though. I love the place, and the people, and the peacefulness. But the thought that it’s disappearing from us is partially why working to help the environment is so important. We all need to do everything we possibly can, no matter how small, to help this planet. And we need to do it fast. Because the longer we wait, the more that can get away from us. I love this place, and I’m sure that the billions of other inhabitants do too.
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