dear you,
sights:
darkness so black not even my hand looks familiar.
stars so bright that orion's belt blends in.
flashes from a camera attempting to capture the beauty.
sounds:
crunching of gravel beneath my feet.
rushing of waves reaching the shore.
laughter and squeals as the ocean meets our skin.
smells:
savory salt water and seaweed floating towards me.
dead sea life resting in peace among the sand.
vanilla chapstick quenching my thirsty lips.
tastes:
chicken salt tracing the edge of my lip.
seafood enveloped in my stomach.
salt water splashing onto my face.
touch:
soft sand filling the cracks between my toes.
cool water violating my shorts and long jacket.
warm air blowing my curls away to caress my cheeks.
sincerely,
shae
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