22 April 2012
Ah my beautiful sun continue to shine as I press my worn feet into the ticklish sand glowing under the same shy sun. The waves crash, no, crawl onto the shore once more. I remember the feeling of summer. Not exactly though, not as I hoped. The wind bitterly bites once more pulling me to the reality. Still cold. Still withdrawn from the sea, I must be until the sun becomes more overwhelming as to warm the gentle sun enough so the salty wind is still pleasant.
Still Cold • Opuss № I