There's wind and then there's WIND! I love ocean spray carried on the breeze. A soft wind over the seashore is wonderful. But where I grew up the wind would rage and whip the waves into a frenzy. Then the sand would slam against you off the dunes, blowing gales in every direction and simply torturing anyone brave enough to venture to the shore
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haha, yeah. Not that kind of wind. Just blustery enough to make me squint a little as I turn my face into it. No one there at all, no one. That's when I love the ocean best.
Just blustery enough 😎
Exactly!