As I walk along, the sand cool beneath my feet, a slight breeze lifts tiny tendrils of hair about my sun kissed cheeks. The early evening shadows cast long in front of me, my mind is peaceful and clear. The lonely lighthouse in the distance speaks to the ships on the ocean, a haunting sound yet comforting somehow. It's as if this is where I belong.
Red-winged black birds fleet about the tall sea grass and a lone seagull glides above me and sings his distinctive song before the evening darkness falls. Calmness has set upon the beach as sunbathers had gathered their belongings hours before and have headed home. I wonder if they truly enjoy the beauty of this as I do for it is much more than a mere vacation.
I wish this day would never end and then I may spend an eternity here. But hesitantly I have to head back up the same path through the dunes from which I came.
I walk slowly listening to the sound of the waves hitting the shore, inhaling the sweet salty air that will cling tight to my skin and enjoy the beautiful setting sun to the west.
I occasionally glance down to pick up a small stone to again toss back into the sand or pick up a delicate colorful seashell to give to my daughter. Yes, this is where I belong, I feel it deep within my soul...but it feels like a world away from the hustle bustle life and somehow gets lost or taken for granted by others, but not by me for I feel I am part of the sea.
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Author Notes
I am not sure where I found the beautiful photo, but it seems to fit.
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