This past weekend I went to the beach. Of course it was deserted.
Whenever I talk to people who are fond of the beach, I usually assume they are snow-haters who wouldn't mind spending all of their days outside in the scorching summer sun. I assume they are the surfers, the sunbathers, and the swimmers. The vacationers. I guess it's wrong to assume though, right? Either way, I am not one of these people. I do not fit into this category. Don't get me wrong, I love being tan. And I've never had an extremely torturous trip to the beach - I just like the cold. Growing up in the midwest has taught me how to deal with crisp weather, feet of snow, and alarming driving conditions. Unlike a lot of people, family members included, I do not find these circumstances unbearable. I actually enjoy and miss it. The cold is comfortable. When a cool breeze hits my face, it means fall is in the air. It means my birthday is coming up. And the most wonderful time of the year is just around the corner. The cold is romantic. I don't want to sound like such a basic girl, but cold weather brings about a season meant for cuddling - with blankets, in my case. A winter romance sounds just as appealing as a summer fling, if not more. Whether you like cold weather or not, there's no question that it causes people to flee from the beach towns and stay inside. I think that's part of the the reason why I liked it. The sand wasn't overcrowded with towels, chairs, and umbrellas. There weren't dozens of little kids running around. It was quiet. The calmness matched the waves. So try out the beach during the winter months. The emptiness may surprise you.
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