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these houses were rented out to vacationers, but I would love to live so close to the water someday.
    Observing the world through the lens of a camera was tiring. Instead of taking in the comforts of nature I was scrutinizing every detail of my surroundings in search of an artistic angle. I wanted a moment to relax. I had more than enough pictures to pick through later for my class assignment.
    I stowed the camera in my bag and meandered down the beach to the rockier side of the shore near the tide pools. I took a beach towel out of my bag and swung it up to release the folds. As my arms extended, a rush of wind burst through the air, catching the towel and whipping it back in my face. My eye stung from the unexpected lashing.
    My hand shot up to my face and I glanced around the beach, unsure if I should be embarrassed by anyone nearby.
    There was an older couple holding hands, their backs to me as they walked opposite my direction, a mother with two small children building sand castles several yards away, and a few more people farther down near the entrance, but no one close enough to notice me.
    Then again, I wasn't sure why I would think any stranger here on the beach would be noticing me in the first place.
    Once I finally got my towel smoothed out I lay soaking in the afternoon sun. It would’ve been relaxing if it weren't for the wind puffing around me. The corner of the towel whipped my leg and I kicked it to the ground again. A few wisps of hair floated from my ponytail tickling my nose. I brushed them away trying to tuck them tighter under my head.
    Finally I gave up, sitting upright with a huff and digging sand out of my ear, grumbling under my breath, I don't remember wind being mentioned in the forecast . Was this the time of year for the infamous Santa Ana winds to wreak havoc on our pleasant town? I couldn't remember.
    Despite the growing wind, I wasn't ready to part with the ocean. I hadn’t felt the extra uplift that I needed yet.
    I left my bag as an anchor for the towel and walked down to the water to find the tide pools. I'd explored them many times before, observing the funny crabs that scurried through the cracks and crevices. But I must have come during high tide today. Only a small portion of the craggy rock formations were visible.
    I waded through the shallow parts, taking deep breaths of cool, salty air and came to a large boulder layered with sediment. The side facing the sand was surrounded by shallow water and angled down towards the ground, making it easy to climb.
    I crawled to the top edge that hovered over the ocean and stood looking out at the horizon.
    The rise and fall of the waves rolled towards me, the hum growing to a rumble before breaking below my feet. The sea stretched to the edge of the sky, overwhelming, and liberating, and soothing all at once.
    I took the ocean for granted before. Growing up it was a fun place to play, that was it. It still was of course, but it wasn’t until I could drive and started coming here alone that I actually took the time to appreciate it.
    The ocean was immense and uncontrollable, but it followed patterns and cycles that were consistent, you could always rely on it to be there. Hidden life thrived beneath its surface, yet it could swallow you up and drag you to your death if given the chance. It was nature’s great paradox.
    I closed my eyes and listened to the crashing waves send spray up my ankles. Everything started to feel clearer. In this moment, it didn't matter that I was bursting into to tears of depression for no reason, or that I was losing my mind and chasing after green-eyed boys that may or may not actually exist outside my dreams.
    Right now it was just me and the water. I wished I could live on this rock forever.
    I’d never questioned my life before. I had countless friends, wonderful memories, a bright future ahead of me, but something didn’t feel right anymore.
    Suddenly wind barreled across my rock.
    I gasped, eyes popping