Noisy wind in silence passes;
crashing waves tell a story of peace.
Push and pull of sun and clouds;
the feeling of blissful immortality in moments held still.
Sandy toes in-between kisses;
the tiny blonde hairs of his ears
you only see up-close.
Lashes to the sky, elongating light;
restful hearts in present happiness.
Time in fullness encapsulated by
you and me and the sea.
Here is where I want to be.
//Cardiff Beach, July 30, 2017
Written from the shores of the Pacific, an ode to the nostalgia of family vacays the first week of August. Though it can't be re-lived or re-created, I remember that time is just as beautiful as it moves forward into new seasons. The feeling of "togetherness" that comes with sunsets and the lake lives on through my family with Benjamin, mine forever.
crashing waves tell a story of peace.
Push and pull of sun and clouds;
the feeling of blissful immortality in moments held still.
Sandy toes in-between kisses;
the tiny blonde hairs of his ears
you only see up-close.
Lashes to the sky, elongating light;
restful hearts in present happiness.
Time in fullness encapsulated by
you and me and the sea.
Here is where I want to be.
//Cardiff Beach, July 30, 2017
Written from the shores of the Pacific, an ode to the nostalgia of family vacays the first week of August. Though it can't be re-lived or re-created, I remember that time is just as beautiful as it moves forward into new seasons. The feeling of "togetherness" that comes with sunsets and the lake lives on through my family with Benjamin, mine forever.
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