Sensations

A bright yellow sphere sinks quietly on the horizon to cast elegant shades of pink on the clouds,

The surf breaks yet again, its quiet sounds lulling the very beach.

Soft sand is warm and grainy between the fingers, firmly controlled in the hand.

Some salty remnants are left on my lips courtesy of the ocean’s warmth,

While the tissue holds the aroma of wet dirt and seaweed, straying in its beauty.