“I don’t think…” “Don’t think” Sometimes he was there. Sometimes he wasn’t. She would simply draw a line in the sand. “I don’t like that,” she would say, and he can choose whether or not to step across. Her hopes was that he would not. He may tease and play. But he knew her limits,…

She was playing with her hair, twirling strands with her fingertips. As he walked up to greet her, she looked over, and smile. To which, he couldn’t help, but just smile back. They sat next to each other that evening, it was later than usual. The sun was just setting, the tides calm, gently landing…

Specks of sand intertwine with organic minerals washing onto the shore. Beautifully soft, grain by hourglass grain onto the earth and land. White birds in flight across the magnificent landscape we call the sky. A young girl chasing and escaping the touches of the tides approaching and receding. Summer ran over to her parents, and…

The outdoor showers were running, doors swinging open and shut, splashes of puddles on the bare concrete. A refreshing coolness contrasting the blaring hot sun, evaporating the water marks left behind. Barefoot feet drawing footprints across the pavement. An affluent, luxurious, and relaxing escape. “If you wrap the towel around your body, one edge touching…

There is a reverie that the sounds of the ocean, is contained in the depths of a seashell. A beautiful lore of an enchanting fantasy, but the resonance is actually in fact, the attenuation of the surrounding environment. Similarity of frequencies between the movements of the ocean and those of airflow. The waves of the…

“Hey” “Hey yourself” He kisses her in greeting. Reaching down to her hand, kissing it. Pushing her away, pulling her towards. Dipping her down and spinning her around, in a twirl. The most perfect moments in life, don’t need to be said, don’t need words, but merely in the moment passing. For the beauty lies…

The scent of salty air was in the atmosphere, sprays of sunscreen against the glow of sun kissed skin, and memories of endless summer days. White swans gawking, floating gingerly across the edges of water. Leaves by falling leaves, refracting a transparency of symmetry. But this was the other side of the glistening lake, the…

There’s an old myth about where sea glass originated. The story began when a sailor was lost at sea amidst a storm, large waves, rain, and thunder, erupted and endangered his ship. Bows beginning to flood with gushing water and heavy rain. It was an S.O.S, save our ship. A mermaid who loved this sailor…

Calm tides were moving that evening, steady tones that washed towards and away. Particles of sand leaving imprints of footprints in the steps taken. Laughter and chatter of people heard about in the background. The sun was just about setting, intense tones of saffron, crimson, and burgundy in display. As sounds of sediments skid across…

The gentle breeze of the shores were relaxing and enveloping. It was a quiet and calm evening walk, as curious sniffing paws created a playful energy. There was someone gently singing a distance away. Her tone was in perfect harmony with the early eve of setting sun. A moment to be awakened momentarily, wonders to…