Just west of the beaches of Wildwood

I stroll up to the bay of Cape May 

My flip flops are now in my hand

As I begin gliding my feet in the smooth, soft sand

The sound of the small waves crash softly get closer and closer 

I can now see the sights of the wavy ripples dancing in the water

My cousin and I shake out our beach towel and lay it across the grains of sand beneath us

I lower myself down and prepare for the beautiful painting in the sky

The suns begins to kiss the horizon, a mother putting their child to bed

The sky is now dreaming

Purples, pinks, oranges, yellow, and blues fill the sky

I look to my cousin to see her blue eyes lighting up as she stares out towards the water

As each minute goes by, a new mural is created

The sky is filled with melting candy, and I’m the little kid with a sweet tooth

The palette reflects onto the body of water, all different colors glistening on the white caps

All that mattered was the beauty of nature and the power of this sky

Surrounded by no hate, just love

In this moment, I could float away and lay in between the hues of the sky

And be coddled, like if the sun was my mother too