As I look out at the beach on this clear,

Warm day,

I feel the sand beneath my feet.

There is grass not far from me

Where a small child plays.

The sand is warm and soft,

And there is plenty of wind to play with my hair.

I smell the food

Grilling in the nearby restaurant,

And hear the seagulls calling.

They are almost everywhere.

Sometimes I hear them at night too,

Just wanting to be fed more.

I focus back to the ocean,

And marvel at the cool and glassy surface of the water.

As I step nearer to it,

The spray of the ocean comes up and hits me in the face.

I taste the salt

And freshness of it.

I feel the waves pulsing against me,

Over and over.

I hear my dad calling for me to come in deeper

Where I wouldn't be able to touch.

As I draw nearer to him,

I feel the small tugs of the waves,

Trying to draw me into their giant world.