I’m almost there,

I usher up the hill

my  flip flops dig a  line between my toes 

As I keep walking

my upward gaze is met with a painting 

of intense orange and 

quiet clouds, the sky must be a hundred times the beauty of the sea.

The sand is warmer

 than the air and cushions my feet as I walk 

nearer to the lonely Shore.

I hear Waves crashing, thundering

My heart is slowly beating 

I breathe with the shore

 over and over again getting higher the tide creeps up the sand.

 The vanilla breeze is lukewarm and cool, and waves through my hair.

The clouds are grayish and blue now

The sky wearing cobalt to match

I stand still and watch the heavens change

and hear the waves continue to crash

but the ground still stays the same

so I stay still and watch.