While on vacation in May, I wrote this poetic passage while sitting on the beach:
The constant, yet gentle, breeze soothes me, body and soul, as I watch the mystery of the ever changing ocean. One day, the distant horizon lies sharp against soft blue skies. The next, it is faint and hazy with sky ribbons of deep blue and bright turquoise.
The vastness of the ocean overwhelms and demands respect despite the peacefulness it instills in me. The sandy beach cools my bare feet as I bury them under its whiteness that a few hours ago held the sun's warmth. In the distance, the sun has begun its slow descent, spreading a lavender and red glow across the sky and I am awed.
A sandpiper feverishly chases tiny morsels within the surf as it ebbs and flows. Standing in hip-deep water, a young man casts his fishing line in hopes of making a good catch. A short distance from him an old man too casts his line, wide brim hat flapping in the breeze, and they stand as dark silhouettes against the now pink and golden sky.
Another perfect day at the beach has sadly come to an end as I watch our blazing golden sun dip below the horizon.
