Seaside Stroll

The sound of the sea at the shore, is a constant whisper-roar. The sharp cry of  a sea- gull, punctuates it for me.  A breeze brings the scent of salt, and brushes my skin,  playing havoc with my hair. I feel the softness of the sand, the icy coolness of waves at my feet, and the sandy grit between my toes. I sense freedom all around me, as I see, scantily clad people, diving into waves, walking into the wind, talking in groups, and bathing in warm sunlight. Their voices are carried to me, as a soft babble, with laughter, and squeals of delight intermingled. I see the beach, strewn with scattered shells, slick jellyfish, driftwood, seaweed and smooth sea-worn rocks. I gather treasures that appeal to me. I watch dogs frolic, running in circles, children building sandcastles. I feel myself refreshed by the blue sky, the aquamarine water, and the sun-dazzled, whiteness of  sand.   I let my thoughts wander, as I wonder, my senses sparkle, alive. Suzanne Delaney