The scent of the sand on the beach after a hard afternoon rain is unique… It’s as if the outstretched arm of the ocean, the rains, gently brushed the sands with its fingertips, leaving a salty, pungent residue. It’s like the smell of wet earth, but gritter, more windswept.
And if you set your eyes just right while walking along the shores, the ocean becomes your companion; if you make your eyes the same grey as the waters, they enter in and your mind is filled with the rushing of the waves. You become intimately aware of the wind buffeting your hair, but at the same time, all the sensations merge into one: the ocean, the power, the stateliness of the waves crashing, crashing.
Breathing.
I remember running through the wet grass
Falling a step behind
Both of us never tiring
Desperately wanting