I have been away
now I'm back
with stories to tell.
I have missed our little chats.
Hot sun and cooling breezes. The beach - seeming to stretch to the edge of the world. A perfect part of the east coast. Surf rolling in - hissing and swooshing over the pebbles. The tide line a mass of razor shells crunching beneath your feet. The rhythmic sounds soporific as the water ebbs and flows - holding your gaze it mesmerises - the sun glinting off the water like water sprites luring you in with false promises.
I return home refreshed and revitalised.