**This is for you Mel**
I can still hear the gulls and other seabirds chattering and cawing by the shore. I can still feel the warm silk of sand between my toes as it slides with each step taken. I can still smell that 'beach' smell of salt mixed with seaweed and suntan lotion. I can still feel the breeze play with my hair as I turn over to get deeper into the book I am reading. I can still feel the pull of the ocean as I step into the waves and the sands pulls back out to sea creating a hole where I stand with the water receding. Sigh...
It's hard when you hear others talk about going on their vacations or talking about them when they return with a glowing face from the sunshine. I miss those years when vacations were easier to afford and not so very rare. I try not to be jealous since it is such a negative emotion and gets you no where really. But I certainly can and do dream about having one again someday. The lack of money does not kill dreams, it just makes them more precious.
I do have hope for the future. Despite the odds that face me financially I have not given up. Who cares if it is considered unrealistic?? My mind is a garden path that wanders where it might and does not care if there is a 'real possibility.' The ground is packed and firm from my frequent steps wandering around the grounds. I pass the flowers and enter the trees searching for a new direction to dream.
That is my foray into dreamland, and I know the way quite well.
K
I can still hear the gulls and other seabirds chattering and cawing by the shore. I can still feel the warm silk of sand between my toes as it slides with each step taken. I can still smell that 'beach' smell of salt mixed with seaweed and suntan lotion. I can still feel the breeze play with my hair as I turn over to get deeper into the book I am reading. I can still feel the pull of the ocean as I step into the waves and the sands pulls back out to sea creating a hole where I stand with the water receding. Sigh...
It's hard when you hear others talk about going on their vacations or talking about them when they return with a glowing face from the sunshine. I miss those years when vacations were easier to afford and not so very rare. I try not to be jealous since it is such a negative emotion and gets you no where really. But I certainly can and do dream about having one again someday. The lack of money does not kill dreams, it just makes them more precious.
I do have hope for the future. Despite the odds that face me financially I have not given up. Who cares if it is considered unrealistic?? My mind is a garden path that wanders where it might and does not care if there is a 'real possibility.' The ground is packed and firm from my frequent steps wandering around the grounds. I pass the flowers and enter the trees searching for a new direction to dream.
That is my foray into dreamland, and I know the way quite well.
K
1 comment:
Wow! You have the description of being a the beach so correct, I can see, hear, feel, touch, taste it!
Thank you for this!
Love, Mel
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