By the seashore, the sight is beautiful. Watching the sunrise was like watching a bird hatch from the egg. Sunset was a fire slowly dying with the embers barely glowing. The waves crashing on the beach sounded like a cascade of beads falling off a shelf. But it is the smell that stays in your head the most.

The scent of a clean but busy beach is sunscreen and a little bit of salt. A trashed beach smells sweet with the decay of dead fish and like the oil abs trash that have built up over the years. But the best beach to remember is the one that is untouched by men. It smells like the nature that is supposed to be around you. A tang of salt in the air mixed with the dried wood that lays on the beach. It smells as close to pure nature as you get ever get.