My toes sifting through soft white powder

The old familiar smell of salt in the air

Looking into the vast horizon

Past the mermaid city

The ocean is infinite

The waves

Kissing the tips of my toes

My board underneath me

I can feel the roughness of the sand

Mixed with the melted wax

Waiting for the perfect swell

I try to catch it

But it catches me

The wind blowing through my hair

As I ride it until it can no longer hold me adrift

I lay myself in the white powder

It sticks to every inch of me

I stare into the sky

The sun is setting over the mermaid city

Glowing as bright as New York