I was walking down the beach one afternoon on the month of December 2009. As I walked, I remember the times when I was still so little that my mom would take me on this beach early morning to race with her or run towards her trying to catch her with all my might.
Just sitting on the beach, watching as the waves rushes to the shore, feeling the cool breeze caressing your face, and knowing that you're the only one around brings you the feeling of 'serenity'. What a nice feeling. :)
As I was walking barefooted, feeling the sand on my feet, I saw few stuff drifted into the shore. I so wonder where these things came from. Maybe from a boat that sinked, from the nearby houses, from the people who used the beach, or from somewhere else. Nobody knows.
I just love our town's beach. Less rocks that can hurt your feet, pure fine sand, plenty of fishes, and clear water. Nothing beats your own. :)