My beach has a big umbrella casting shade over my empty chair.
Warm water touches my skin and soothes the ache within.
Palm trees are growing, warm breezes blowing.
Salty air in every breathe taken in.
I picture myself there day after day.
My beach is my haven, my comfort, my care.
At the beach, life is different.
Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment.
We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun.