A Walk On the Beach

Morning breaks in cheerful warm brilliance, pale sapphire sky pristine. Grey-white gulls glide vociferously above in search of firma bound fare. Reflections of Sol’s arms vault from the sea, smooth but for zephyr stroked folds; pure, sugar white sand kissed softly by persistent waves subtle roll. Soft ghosts of tepid breeze course random, sensually caressing what be; long thin-bladed grasses sway lightly in synchrony and shameless delight. With bonnet in hand an aged woman strolls beside the vast Gulf of blue; damp, firm sand squeaks soothingly against the soles of her tired bare feet. Her large eyes of brown focus ahead, bear no witness to her days and shine; fine flowing hair of luminous white draped over shoulders so slight. A pause, though brief, in quiet reflection, her gaze upon the distant view and mind in stoic reminiscence of past friends and loves and wonder. His strong arms hold her close tightly, warmth of body and soul unite, while gaiety in unbound laughter disclose love once again renewed. A tender brush of hand upon cheek raises fiery passion in both, as excited young eyes meet in ardor essence link in eternal embrace. One warm briny tear born of these thoughts streams slowly down her cheek, she slowly walks on as sand squeaks soothingly against the soles of her tired bare feet.