Sinking in the soft sand

Sinking in the soft sand

Holding a seashell up to my ear tis a sound that I love..the ebb of the tide is so clear, no other noise can reminisce this..the oceanic roar of Mother nature’s hiss

Oh how I long to stroll the endless seashore... paddling in the brine with it’s valiant vigour
Lost in timelessness as my moment stand’s still... such an invigorating, energising spiritual thrill

As I smell the saltiness & inhale the fresh air.. sinking in the soft sand, a slight breeze blows my hair, an awe-inspiring sense of stimulation...a pick-me-up tonic of sheer exultation

Tho I’ve dwelled in the heart of the green countryside..for forty one years with the hills as my guide...when my heart yearns excitement, I head for the sea...a fisherman’s daughter is my childhood memory