Ocean waves

I can still hear the waves crashing hard against the shore line
The warm mist, caressing my skin,
Meanwhile the sun soaks up the dew, faster than it took to land on my cheek.
It was spring... the flowers were beginning to bloom, as well as the trees
The smell so stimulating, in a way that no one that lived by the ocean could ever understand.
When I go there... I felt, saw, smelt beauty all around me.
I feel connected to the water, the thrust of the ocean wave pushing my body back to the shore, in some odd way.
But the ones that live there all year round, didn't understand.
They think it's just the same ever day, every week, they think it's boring.
Every morning I was visiting, I was walking on the beach, every sunset, I was there.
Every wave that was big enough to play on, I was in my suit...
But the Locals weren't...
They don't understand the beauty of such a wonderful place, because wonderful gets old.
This is why I will never live on a beach... I don't ever want the wonderful to get old, ever