sunset sea

I can smell the salt

In the wind caressing my face

The seagulls don’t seem to be

As noisy as their reputation

My feet sink

Into the prickly sand

Oblivious of all the life

Thriving beneath

Losing myself

in the golden skies

Tinged tangerine and crimson

Muted

Subdued

Mellow in the most pleasant manner

Lulling me

into the most peaceful reality

Strolling amongst the remnant of the waves

Tearing apart

At the soul of the sand

Cuddling the coast

With the most lovingly damaging touch

Stealing memories from lost shells

To borrow and muse upon

As keepsakes