The Gentle Tide

Gentle breezes and the delicate kiss of the sun on your skin.  The world, an expanse of sky, a very pale blue touched with the merest hint of yellow.  The glorious soothing scent of the salt drenched air and a slow rake and draw of a receding wave pulling stones which spin and whip out circlets of spray; a pause, a held breath; the whisper of the fingers of the tide reaching in once more to caress the shore - an eternal dance of love.



Time Up.
Inspiration:  I'm upset so I looked at some old photos and this reminded me of the beautiful summer.