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Jamaica beach, Texas 

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few. -Anne Morrow Lindbergh 

Beach over snow. The power of imagination.

“I’m definitely much more of a beach bunny. I prefer the sun over the snow.” Gillian Zinser


Today St. Joseph decided to give us the day off since we have about 12 inches of snow. I think the snow is beautiful and its beauty is unique… For the first 5 minutes. After 5 minutes I am ready for the beach and warm weather!

I was on my Snapchat this morning and came across a post from good friend I went to elementary school and middle school with. She is currently in Miami soaking up the warm tropical weather. Her pictures are all of palm trees, tropical drinks, and the light crystal blue ocean. I am so jealous. I had to do something to relive my envy and sadness. Therefore, I looked this tropical picture of the beach and imagined I was there, taking the picture right now.

I closed my eyes and let my mind and imagination take over me.

Standing barefoot with my toes hidden beneath the sand, gazing out at the light blue ocean from my Tiki hut. With my camera around my neck and water in my hand, I gradually made my way through the palm trees to a large rock, that was planted firmly in the water along the shore line. Eager to arrive and capture an everlasting memory.

As I arrived at the tall rock, I gradually bent my knee, lifted my foot and softly placed my foot on the warm bumpy rock. With all my might, I extended my knee and rose above the rock, as if I was King Kong standing on top of the Empire State Building. Gently, I bent my knees and lowered myself on the rock and let my legs rest easy, hanging over as if they were immobilized.

Gracefully toke in deep inhales and long exhale and as I sat upon the rock. Taking in the beauty that surrounded me and the floral scent that soothed my mind. Watching the gentle light blue rippling waves that calmly approach the shore. The white and blue striped hammock that hung motionless from the tropical palm tree. Each palm swaying gently to the warm ocean breeze, relaxing over the calm ocean water.

Letting my mind take over me and imagining that I in beauty, warm weather, and peace. It made me think that this snow not all so bad. All I need is a picture of a beach, a silent room, and my imagination.