17 April 2012
I sit there
On the beach
Scratching my fingers through the cool sand
The wind ruffles my hair
And chills my bare feet
The water is unbearably cold
Sending a chill down my spine
And an aching numbness in my legs
The smell of salty fresh air
And the sound of children at play
The crabs grumpily scurry amoung rocks
And sandollars wait to be picked
Snails slowly slide around leaving behind their twisting trail
And then the waves crash again
To send a new wave or new life to shore
The Beach • Opuss № I