Thursday, August 25, 2011

I miss the beach

Hot sand beneath my feet and warm sun on my back. Tasting the salt in the air and on my skin. Combing the shore for treasures whose value can only been seen by the eyes of a child. Playing tag with the surf.  Building a kingdom in the morning and watching it fall by the afternoon. Sliding down sand dunes on a cardboard box.

Looking out at the ocean and realizing just how small you are in the grand scheme of things.