Soft toes imprint the sand like roots from an old oak in the warm earth works. Candy cotton gulf skies end where the ocean lies, as tides roll through in all sizes. Rushing waters, current rises,  As the warm dry sand in the crevices of our toes crackle. With every step the water tackles as our soft toes leave the sand to open water, we feel the free, the feeling of freedom, of some beach, somewhere.