Sunday 14 June 2009

Wistful

I would be at the beach right now, lying on the fresh sand and barefoot. I'd grab some sand with my hand and let it trickle through my fingers, enjoying the salty breeze play around with it and with my hair. I'd be watching the stars twinkling above me, or the moon mirroring herself on the sea, while listening to the white crested waves crash on the shore, splashing my face and feet...