barefoot.

the pallid sand kneads and spills over her toes with each step. the arrhythmic waves ebb up the beach, hissing on their return to the azure ocean, just to rumble and reform, reaching higher up

on the shore, fanning out.

closer now, she is overcome with rapture, she takes a pneumatic moment to let her pores absorb and receive all that the sea has seduced her with. digging her feet into the divine sand and tasting residue of sea salt on

her lips.

after an eternity, she opens her journal, scrawling on the grained pages the ethereal sounds of the swelling, crashing, whistling that fills her ears and stimulates her marrow. indeed is the depth of her ecstasy