she loved the seashore
(c) 2010 julie king
she loved the seashore. it was the one place that would let her mind float free and her spirits soar. the salty wind blew across her face while her feet caressed the soft, white sand. looking down she admired an eclectic array of perfectly-formed seashells. she selected one with a dawn-like blush of pink coating its gleaming interior. as she added it to the growing collection in her pocket, she imagined the pretty blue bowl she would fill with her treasures. looking down the beach, she saw children playing in the surf along the row of beach huts. their laughter and squeals of delight made her smile. answering the sea siren’s call, she approached the water’s edge letting the foamy surf rush over her feet. the sensation was heavenly and a small sigh escaped her lips. a flock of herons soared in formation overhead, swooping and gliding to their own siren’s call. as she leisurely walked along the surf she studied the ebb and flow of her footprints in the sand. small white sandpipers cast intricate shadows as they skittered back and forth. using her toes, she traced words of inspiration into the hard-packed sand-- hope, dream, believe, soar. she lay back on the sand, turning her face to the sun, and breathed a prayer of thanks for this respite, for these moments of peaceful interlude with the sea.
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