I would be somewhere similar. I wouldn't mind wind though. When the seaside is windy, there are fewer people there, and the sea's power is augmented, blends with the power of the air we breathe. I am transported to another time, another dimension, another age when I lived at the edge of the ocean. On brisk November days, I would feel the pounding of gods in my heart.
There's wind and then there's WIND! I love ocean spray carried on the breeze. A soft wind over the seashore is wonderful. But where I grew up the wind would rage and whip the waves into a frenzy. Then the sand would slam against you off the dunes, blowing gales in every direction and simply torturing anyone brave enough to venture to the shore
haha, yeah. Not that kind of wind. Just blustery enough to make me squint a little as I turn my face into it. No one there at all, no one. That's when I love the ocean best.
Just blustery enough 😎
Exactly!