At the beach

By: Thea 

I looked out onto the horizon. Watching the water slowly crash up on the sand and then retreat back into the ocean. Never quite farther than before. I bent down slowly running my fingers through the sand making lines, right before the waves came and washed them away. Giving me a chance to make something new. I breathed in deeply through my nose smelling the salty ocean. Wondering why it had that particular smell, sort of soothing and familiar but still sharp and bright and just strong enough to catch your attention. I closed my eyes and smiled, stopping for a second to relish the sound of the waves flowing onto the sand before disappearing again. The repetitiveness making natures lullaby. Smash and flow, smash and flow. I stretched out my arm letting the wind play with my fingers pushing them back and forth a little bit. It was almost as if it was trying to tell me something, a secret to the universe, but couldn't find the words. I looked back at my footsteps, the line only half complete because of the waves. The ones that were there when I saw them probably wouldn't have been there for much longer but all that mattered was that they were there in that fraction of a second, the moment that I glanced back to check how far I had gone . I like to think that the ocean washes some things away and keeps others for a reason. That everything has a reason including the things that are out there waiting to be discovered, wanting to be known. I stared back into the horizon, the sun was starting to set, but somewhere out there it was just starting to rise.