A day at the beach in the middle of July.

Rainbow parasols reaching for the sky.

Everything sparkles.

Nature gives a smile.

I sit and ponder for a while:

The thoughts and aspirations of a stone on the shore,

The exact moment the water turns from waves into foam,

The hundred thousand shades of blue the ocean is painted,

Commit each one to memory.

How can the dry sand hold water?

What kind of journey does a piece of driftwood face as it floats away?

Is it afraid? Does it grow homesick?

Trying to decipher the song of the seagull.

Mourning? Joyful? A twinge of regret?

All these things I ponder sitting, seeing blindly in the sand

Until I'm called back to my childhood

when my sister takes my hand.

We run.

Into the hundred thousand shades of blue,

Chasing seagulls, jumping waves,

Over stones, splashing sand,

Sending drift wood on a journey into the unknown.

Do I stop to think if it fears?

Not a bit.