I miss the beach.  The beach is a great place to visit, be it during the day, with family and friends around enjoying the sun, the waves, the water, or at night by one's self quietly reflecting on life with the crash of the waves on the sand. 

I used to drive to the beach late at night, sit in a camping chair that had taken residence in my trunk, staring out into the darkness.  Mostly pitch black, with the occasional white cap on the waves visible in the dim moonlight.  The monotonous roar of the waves.  I could easily have sat there all night long.  On one hand wishing that I lived on the East Coast so I could sit there and watch the sun rise over the water, with nothing between it and I to obstruct the spectacle.

On the other hand finding solace in the darkness.  The familiarity of it bringing peace to my mind like an external representation of my soul.