Sunday, November 21, 2010
sometimes in my dreams i see this picture.
i hear the wavelets lapping on the sand and the dry rustle of grass in the small breeze.
i smell the tangy scent of salt water and the strong nose-crinkling odor of sea creatures hiding on the beach in their snug little holes.
i see the thousand blue-greens of the ocean and the paler blue of the arching sky.
i feel the kiss of the wind, the warmth of the sun, the tingle of the sand between my toes, the stretch of my eyes to the horizon.
i taste the spray when the breakers roll in, taste the sweat on my lips, taste the deliciousness of this perfect spot in the universe.
some people love mountains...fields...flowers...deserts...hills....
me, i love the sea.
this is my perfect place.