The wind seems to whisper, and the water trickles on shore.



The easy breeze, the irresistible waves, the sun and the seagulls all
effortlessly compose a lullaby.



Soft caramel sand soothes my skin, and reminds me not to move.



Stay here forever.



It’s impossible to think of anything else in the presence of one of life’s presents.



I could not stay this beautiful. Even if I tried.







Alone on this filthy, old, gray train I try to recall exactly how it felt:



The warm toasty sunrays dancing on my cool skin, the cold sweet iced tea,



the people next to me.



There was no reason not to smile. Now I can’t find one.