Crashing waves bringing in squeals of delight.
Fire in the sky.
The bright blue calm of twilight.
Moonlight reflected on the water.
Contrast of white sand and blue sky.
Beach beauty has nothing to compare.
Though mountains are pretty in their own right,
the sandy hills of oat-covered dunes
with rabbits scurrying through and wind brushing the grass
is unique to the wild consistency of the beach.
The wind never stops here, the waves always crash.
Storms roll in and out keeping everything cool and hydrated.
Sand as white as snow, but hot enough to burn.
It never leaves your feet.
Pink skin and happy faces – peace can be found here.
Peace in the crashing waves.
Peace in the constant breeze.
Peace in accepting sand will forever be on the floor and furniture.
Peace in being.
in Beach Beauty.