Glowing waves washing up along the beach, casting a shine of blue bioluminescence across the shore. The rhythmic rise and fall of the oceans edge like the breaths of a sleeping beast.
Stars cascading overhead dancing alongside the incandescent moon, shining just enough light to make the night visible. Silhouettes illuminated casting shadows about, eager to playfully frolic.
Running through the tall cascading grass, the delicate blades slicing at my legs with every stride. The sand caressing my bare feet, cold against my skin indicative of a cool clear night.
The crisp summer air, a mixture of salt ocean spray and smoke bellowing from the bonfire, swirling together creating the smell of memories in the making.
Banter heard among the stillness. Friends sharing an arcane summer ritual that will be looked back on as a symbol of our youth for decades.
The crackling of the fire, laughter, and sounds of the waves blending together in symphony, soothing our souls.
If only we could bottle moments, a collection of beautiful memories. A philocalist dream.
About the Creator
Tonya Newman
Just an island girl who loves adventure. Trying to live my best life in this messed up, beautiful world. And writing along the way...
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An experience, a memory, a dream.
Love the image and it compliments your excellent words very well