On the sand...
O n the sand is where I like to stand, watching the sun dip below the worn bridges and graying boat docks, past the green marsh reeds that sway back and forth like a pendulum of nature, under the passionate touch of a whipping wind. The pinks, oranges and yellows born from the sun overwhelm my mind as they dance on the gray stage of this winter sky like eternal lovers waltzing through time. I feel the wind on my face. The salty onshore breeze hastens its pace shaking my soul reminding me of all... Sign in to see full entry.