Tycho played softly in the car as we drove past the giant mountains of sand and could smell the ocean in the city of Seaside. It was peace and silence. It was a feeling of comfort. Of comfort in a place of familiarity and only good memories. A place of sunshine and happy children. Somewhere you remember the time you were a flower girl in this city of Monterey. Six years old and carefree. A place where your six year old self takes over your entirety.
You're transported back into a mindset of serenity. An oasis of some sorts. An oasis where you're only allowed a certain amount of time in. Time of tranquility is limited, as spending too much time in stillness makes it harder to return to business. A place where your skin soaks up the sun. Where your bare toes wiggle in the sand and meet the sudsy waves that roll in.
Somewhere you walk along the bustling street. The bustling street that isn't meant to be walked on. That doesn't have a sidewalk or a pathway to follow. And you momentarily stop walking. Admiring the sunset and basking in the beautiful weather. Capturing new memories in photos. And the next morning marks the end of peace. Time of tranquility is limited.
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