Pensacola Beach, Florida
My toes scoop down into the hot white sand. Waves rush towards me, and spray my face with mist. They leave shells on the beach for me to find. Sea oats stand tall, swaying their welcome. Gulls circle low and screech overhead, But do not disturb me on my blanket. Perspiration begins to collect between my breasts. Behind me, sand dunes guard against intruders. A salty breeze kisses my skin. Seaweed entangles my ankles, and asks me to stay. Jelly fish at the water's edge are waiting to touch me. Everything here welcomes me home. Ruth www.ruthandrew.com |