I took my blanket and set out walking down the sand. It was early evening. The crowds grew farther and farther away from me; soon just a speck in the distance.
It was quiet. The only sounds around me were the whisper of the breeze and the steady crash of the waves hitting the shore. And the occasional call of a sea gull.
The group of gulls near to me took to the air not long after I set out my blanket. Some flew far away, some just out to the water, where they landed and let the waves carry them where they would.
I let my eyes close.
When my eyes opened again, the sun was so bright, the water so blue,, the sand so clear, I almost couldn't bear to look at them. But I did look. Because it was beautiful.
It was all beautiful.
And I rolled up my blanket and walked back down the beach toward home.
tell it to me tuesdays