As I run my fingers through my tussled hair, I feel the last remnants of sand gently being rinsed away I am reminded… Summer has come and carried me away with its wooing whispers of escape. Days spent in the sun and surf, nights spent tucked in the rolling hideaways of sand dunes, a fire crackling with laughter. Smoke gently curls, carrying story and light toward ethereal skies.
Life is changing with the charging tides, pulling wonder and purpose in its wake. I sit, embraced by the sand, running the soft grains through my fingers and think back. There is freedom here, peace, and calm. The gentle roar of crashing waves pulls me back to the moment. So much life, so much spirit, so many stories waiting to unfold.
