It was there, I found my own personal Paradise, with a capital "P."
On this very beach, as the tide lapped against the shore, the rushing water passed through millions of tiny shells and rocks, creating a sound I'd never quite heard before.
It can only be described as the sound of an Amazonian rain stick, that's rhythmically being flipped around on its axis. To me, the sound was an echo of inner-peace.
Standing on this beach with a friend, time practically stood still. It was that feeling of being somewhere completely untouched by modernism, feeling that I was not quite anywhere at all.
It's a rarity these days, when you get to stand somewhere, look around and just "be."
When was the last time you looked around and didn't see another person for miles?
On this very spot, I was able to connect and disconnect, looking out at the water and engaging all of my senses at the same time. Blue, was bluer, the smell of the ocean - crisp. The sound of the rushing water, pure. For that moment, I was one with Nature.