Where could I be more at home?
To walk my path on virgin sand in the shore line…leaving behind step by step…
And the steps I take don’t matter for the sea will come and take them away.
And will embrace us in its perpetual play.
Footsteps of others just washed out puddles destined for oblivion.
The wind so eager in this cosmic play that it sweeps me up.
Or am I just making belief?
The pride to be found when winning from the rolling tide…
Running into a stern misses looking out over the sea…
…and a good fellow.
And the man who got off his moped, but forgot to take off his helmet. With this lovely weather, can you believe it?
My beloved sea takes the edge off anything…
And provides a lovely see through display of the littlest pebbles to find…
And did you know that every cookie has a silver lining?
On such a beautiful summer’s day…
‘t Was more than a lovely day…
Despite the fact that our youngest got burried and our little friend was swallowed by the beach…
Nothing that a cuddle couldn’t fix.
Or two…

And all along the water kept coming and going, the clouds kept rolling and the boats kept floating by.