sea

undercurrent

I got asked to write something happy….not sure if this counts.

The ocean sang. Each wave pitched a note, each tide spoke a lullaby.

She sat on the empty beach. Hands hugging her knees, her bare feet nestled beneath the blanket of sand. A canvas of blue lay before her. Bright. Beautiful. Alive.

The evening sun kissed her face, its warm touch delightful. Its close embrace welcome.

Beneath the glowing light she basked, listened to the ocean song.

Laying back she was happy. She was alone. As the waves lapped her feet she was free.