Monday, July 6, 2009

imagine

...yourself sitting at the beach. your head is resting. your eyes are closed. your feet are touching sand and water. the perfect breeze is blowing and you feel it against your cheeks. you feel the sun beating down, warming your body. you hear the breeze as it blows by.

you listen to the water. cresting, breaking, crashing, rolling, lapping.
again and again and again and again.
you are almost to the blissful point of slumber. almost.
you hear two little ones at your feet playing and digging and talking.

that's me. at the beach. trying to soak it all in. not enough time or days to get it all.
i need a reserve.
it will be gone soon.

1 comment:

Somer said...

It sounds really nice.