silhouette of woman by the beach during golden hour

Her mom said, “wanna go to the beach?” She was tired. Ready for a nap. But the word beach gave her a bit of energy. The thought of walking on the sand and looking out into the sunset made her very soul come to life. She mustered up whatever strength she had to get up, out of bed, out of the tent, and into the car to head there. When she got there, the beach did not disappoint–the colors in the sky reflected off of the sand, the chill the waves left after receding into the ocean. The movement was worth it.