Last year a friend of mine wrote on a July evening from his front porch in Summerton, "Lightning bugs, the comforting sound of cicadas and tree frogs on a hot humid night, I absolutely love summers in the South!"
Growing up on the coast, I never knew life outside of the beach. Like most, when you're young, you think "life is better everywhere else than here." When I moved away I discovered I had a love for everything near the ocean that had always been there but I took for granted. Driving into Pawley's Island late one night from Florida, I can still remember the Pluff mud, a distinctive smell like none other. Any southerner who has lived on the coast knows its characteristics, it will definitely stay with you whether you smell it or step in it. I hated it for years but when I was away I discovered I missed it dearly. I missed all of it, the Tidal flats and Spartina grass salt marshes, with its sights and smells, and the feeling of home.
The Book of Psalms describes that all of God's creation is His sanctuary. There is something special living near the water, His Glory in the Low Country fills the temple that He has made.
"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities -- his eternal power and divine nature -- have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made." Romans 1:20