She wiggles her toes into the warm sand
And breathes with the tide
The earth exhales water
And then inhales it again
In deep long intervals
The blinding white sun
Reflects off her oily skin
Drenched in sun screen
That smells like a careless summer
Her hair tussled from the breeze
Drying her salty wet hair
She smells like vanilla, coconuts and California
This is her happy place