Soft crashes against the sandy shoreline
Waves charge towards my feet every so often
The smell of sea salt & evergreen trees run to my nostrils,
Breathing in, breathing out
Seagulls cry to one another as if to say they have found super
Deep blue curves in the distance form into off white foam
The cold water rushing to my ankles only to escape back into the ocean,
Sand sticking to the bottoms of my feet;



The warmth of the controlled flame comforts me,
Chasing away the icy feeling in my body
Curled on an old fashioned couch next to my sister
I share stories of past family trips.
The beach, the city, mountains, country.
But new journeys are to be taken
And new memories are to be made.