Hot sun, cool breeze,
picking sand and shells out of your knees,
the whoosh of waves washing more of it ashore
and the delighted squeals of children who haven't seen it all before.
The sweat begins to glisten,
and I begin to listen
to the whoosh of waves crashing on the shore.
The cooling breeze blows,
the gulls call
and the smell of salt soothes the soul.
While wispy clouds look down,
smiling as they shield the sun
for but a moment, then they move on.
The sweat collects in the creases of my skin
I wipe it off for it to come again.
Peace reigns supreme to my left and to my right
on and on into a starry night.