Salt in the air, Sand in my hair

The Beach is a place of connection and soul. 
The sand beneath your feet as you go for a stroll;
As you go for a stroll, you feel happy and free,
you're in this sport now, there is nowhere else to be.
The wind whistles in your ear, like the sound of the waves,
you only get this feeling here, it's a feeling you know you should save.
So you let your mind wander, and your spirit fly loose,
As you let the water reach you, the salt making you want juice.
Although the water's slightly cool, and the sand gets in your face,
You couldn't care less,
Because there's no feeling like the salt in the air, and the sand in your hair.