on the beach
The sweet sent of the beach. The inviolate solitude. The marvelous quiet of the early morning on a shore that soon will be crowded with occupied towels when the clean water, still cool and sparkling from the kisses of the stars, laps at my feet and hastens the beat of my heart One moment spent there washes clean the deep, dark inward mirror of my soul. The ocean... it is truly all; its where we belong, where we came from its us. Sign in to see full entry.