The sun is sinking, and clouds haze over the afternoon sky. Gone are the children, laughing and splashing about in the choppy gulf waves. Their sand village abandoned and washing away. As their energy runs low, they whine and tug at their wet sandy bathing suits while mom and dad drag the gear and coolers to the car. A small group of out-of-towners tips back the last of their afternoon beer. Their conversation gets louder or the beach is quieter, and their guffaws have little competition. Seagulls flapping their wings, soar above and sweep down, taking a few steps and taking flight again. With my toes in the sand, I sit peacefully with the coastal breeze tossing around my hair and the salty air cleansing my skin. The beach clears out and I feel my breath in rhythm with the pulling and pushing of the evening tide. Dusk at the beach, just me and my thoughts peaceful and calm.
No comments:
Post a Comment