A journey to a secluded beach.
Under the highway, where dark graffiti stairs
lead to sparkle and light.
The sounds hits you, as blue waves collide and form white.
Shoes off, the rocks sting and the sand soothes.
A March sun, cool and warm in the same moment.
Free of voices, the quiet overwhelms every sense.
The sun, the sand, the wind, the surf.
Little else matters,
as you feel the sand between your toes.
The wind on your face.
A connection to leisure
and self trust.
For it is these little places
like a secluded beach,
where once can leave with peace,
and come back again to be found.
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