When you can’t speak.
Eyes closed I stood on the cool shifting sand. The swell of the ocean was like the static of a television thats lost reception with the volume fading in and out, out and in. only this technical difficulting was tranquil. I breathe in the sea mist and exhale my existence. I feel ok. I’m alright for not having it all figured out. I just watch the sea weed dance beneath the waves while the celebratory foam drips down the shoreline.
I know that this moment is only temporary. My first steps on the pacific beach will soon be a memory, so I absorb it like the sand does the water. I’m heavy and drenched with Gods kiss from the ocean, the rocks caress my frail skeleton, and what first seemed similar to bad reception I now recieve as the massaging of my soul, I will never forget that moment.
I was alone and it didn’t seem respectful to utter a word…