The setting sun and warm ocean breeze create an irresistible feeling, one that lingers long after you have experienced it. The craving is genuine as you fill your lungs with salty air and savor the warmth of each footprint you leave in the sand. Could part of the wonder be the realization that your next step might uncover a long-buried treasure, forgotten until this very moment?
As I stand at the ocean's edge, gazing out into the vastness, I am struck by a profound sense of solitude, accompanied only by the birds and a fleeting glimpse of a dolphin passing by on its journey. With nightfall approaching, there are no people on the sand, just countless footprints, soon to be washed away and sent back to the sea.
The full moon illuminates my path as I wander aimlessly, taking in the surroundings. My eye catches a glowing object, reflecting the moonlight—a piece of bluish glass, worn smooth by the ocean's relentless waves, tumbling across the sea floor. "That's a keeper," I tell myself, sliding the treasure into my pocket along with a few others.
The addiction to the ocean is as real as it gets. The smell of sea air, the rhythms of the surf, and the anticipation of finding treasures at low tide keep you coming back every day. Even when the sky is dark and the water is littered with seaweed, you can't skip a day, or your craving will go unsatisfied.
Some might see me sitting on the sand, raindrops bouncing off my head, and a stiff breeze blowing sand onto my face. When I jump up and race to the edge to retrieve a gold coin, shouting in excitement, they may think I’ve found the mother lode. Yet, all they see is a man jumping around and yelling in the rain, sand blowing against his weathered face, while they instruct their children not to stare because it’s impolite. Just another Ocean junkie.
Mike 2025
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