The Beach
The wind is tugging at my hair, causing it to whip across my face; I stop to dig a band out of my pocket fastening it back securely. The edge of the water beckons and soon my toes are testing the temperature before wading in, wiggling my toes in delight at the ticklish sand between them. I love the ocean and often come here to just walk and think. Days like today were meant for such an activity and I have ditched a few of my responsibilities for the murmur of the sea on the sand, the call of...