Toes touch the horizon between sand and surf.
They flex, making divots in the coarse, flexible ground;
Soon to be washed away by the never-ending waves.
The salt sticks to my skin,
The air hugs my sides,
The sand clings to my feet,
I close my eyes and listen to the rhythm of the tide.
A peaceful beat that consumes my concentration.
My heart yearns to stay,
But I must depart.