Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
The question can be very easy if you have a preference, but if the mountains and the beach are both as enjoyable, as each other, the question becomes hard to answer.
Starting with the mountains they’re beautiful-they’re amazing to see, while standing in it’s silence wondering what is under it’s green blanket.
But what is the size of this mountain, is it a very short mountain is it a tall mountain? You know a bear climbed up the mountain to see what was on the other side, and on the other side of the mountain was-the other side of the mountain.
I have seen mountains from afar and wondered about climbing, then stopping to think, will there be mountain goats to butt me off, or mountains lions, bears? How far up will I get before I need to turn around and come down? Then, what lives in the mountains anyways, snakes, and spiders and little vicious creatures, that jump out at you scaring the wits out of you?
I prefer standing back and letting the beauty sink in. But mountains are a spectacular site and do they not call mountains actual volcanos anyway? (Just asking.)
No, I think let’s go to the water, let’s go to the beach, yeah the beach-the serenity while you float on your back. It’s a different kind of silent.
I love the beach as much as getting to see mountains, they both bring the same wonderments as they both are so far away from my home.
Beauty is, in the eye of the beholder and the beach & mountains are beautiful to my eyes.
It it quite joyous to see all the people sitting on towels or blankets, some under umbrellas, some just basking in the sun, picnic baskets, balls, children, running and laughing, and then the beauty of the water glistening under the sun, and the peaceful sound of the waves rushing in.
Aw the beach with it’s cool water climbing up my legs as I wade in up until my knees, causing yelps of chills on my naked skin.
I laugh, pausing to catch my breath, braving the cold to carry on to my shoulders. Believe me. This process takes me close to ten minutes before I am up to my neck in water.
But then. . .Aw yes, but then…SHARKS!
There are no sharks where I live, so they say. But! And this is a big but. I am a statistical person. Meaning, I don’t want to be on the statistical side of things to be dragged away by a shark where there’s not supposed to be sharks and believe me, the very idea-I lose my breath, and freak out and head back to shore, not swimming, running. I figure it’s more quiet.
😬 Bahahaha. I know. It was all just a simple question, but then factors jump in the way and they should be part of the answer.
So what do you prefer mountains or the beach? Oh the silence of it all.
The End.
Nova Scotia 
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