A Walk Along a Coastal Boardwalk
Last Sunday, I took a walk along the coastal boardwalk near my town, and it was a refreshing, invigorating experience. The boardwalk stretched along the ocean, with wooden planks that creaked slightly as I walked. The air was salty and fresh, with a cool breeze blowing off the water, carrying the sound of waves crashing against the shore. On one side of the boardwalk, there were small shops and cafes, selling ice cream, seafood, and souvenirs. On the other side, the ocean sparkled in the sun, with seagulls flying overhead and a few surfers riding the waves. I stopped to watch the waves—they rolled in slowly, white foam crashing onto the sand, then pulled back, leaving seashells and wet sand behind. I passed families playing on the beach, couples walking hand in hand, and dogs running happily along the shore. The walk was long, but I didn’t mind—I felt energized by the fresh air and the sound of the ocean. By the time I turned back, my cheeks were pink from the breeze, and my heart felt...