One evening during our vacation, we tried to visit a particular beach in Florida. It landed in a complete bust, but we were already 45 minutes from Naples and sunset was nearing, so we decided to drive the few extra miles to visit somewhere new – Marco Island. We were there for all of about two hours, and we only visited the beach, so I can’t say anything at all about the island itself. But…the beach!
As we crested the boardwalk to see the water ahead, velvet air met velvet earth and I could practically feel the creamy softness in the breeze drape over me like a comforting blanket, and I smiled. I’ve never seen a place like it.
We raced waves and built castles and collected shells and saw a marvelous sunset and congratulated ourselves on our good fortune in getting lost.