Florida is not my favorite state. It’s probably not even on my top twenty-five. However, there’s something about a place forever stuck in a sun-soaked daze that brings the best– and worst– out of me.
It’s a difficult task for me, enjoying the beach. It’s hot, painfully sandy and as Kate Nash so pleasantly sang it, I hate seagulls. So it came as a surprise when I found a dusting of peace and enjoyment in the marble-swirled sand dunes of Clearwater.
Was it the wispy smell of coconut infused sunscreen? The unapologetic razor cut bikinis and speedos? Or was it the endless horizon that enchanted me last night? Who knows. Maybe I’m just starting to like the beach.
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