Come down to the sea
Where the breeze blows your hair wildly.
Where you walk along the shore with your pants rolled up swinging your shoes beside you.
The wave hits the sand and travels over your toes and a spray of mist flies up that you can taste on your lips.
Walk along looking down at the ancient treasures the ocean has washed.
Glistening crystals like diamonds leave perfect chevron patterns as the water recedes in tiny bursting bubbles of foam.
Sit on the dune pulling your sweatshirt over your knees.
Watch the gulls hover above like kites.
Let your eyes close a moment and hear waves crashing.
When you open them you will know you are in a perfect moment.
Come down to the sea with me.
Cathy Windham
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