The Beach
There' something about
the beach that you don't have to teach.
It's always a place to be determined to reach. It's something about the air. It's something about being way out there and
it's something about being happily aware of the whole affair. She is why I don't despair.
There's nothing to
debate. It's an activity that can't wait
and the only feelings are of something great that is soon to take place as soon
as the salty spray hits your face. The
artist who made this had to be of grand grace.
The inspiration is immense. The
stimulation is intense and the motivation is of a sixth sense to where all of
it is real of what you feel and so there is no way for the heart to sit still.
When you reflect upon
the waves that misbehave you come to realize that there's more going on below
the surface. The gravity of the
situation moves you. The push and pull
of the situation soothes you and the ebb and flow captivates you where you know
not to let go. You go with the flow and
into its depths you swim only to fathom the unfathomable. The taste is beyond palpable yet you think it
to drink it.
There is no way to
suggest to protest to explore all of what is the ocean's floor. To search is to thirst for more. It's about the smells and it's about the seashells
and it's about the tales salty sailors yell to tell! You can't help but watch the waters swell without
innuendo into a great big crescendo that give you a blast as they crash to end
in a mist that you joyfully kiss as if a reminder of how much you've missed
this.
The urge never to be
purged is to stand upon the isthmus of waves that lap at your feet. Exhilaration is what you come to greet as the
invitation is sent to you by a seagull's call and so you come to feel numb as
the big show makes your heart glow in an ebb and flow that makes divine the
sparkling sunshine that shatters into a prism's delight, making for a beautiful
sight. This is why you stare. This is why you're there. This is the experience of the salty air that
you heave to breathe and this is why you will never want to leave.
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright? When there was never much discussion about
seeing the waves and their great concussions that rang loudly like an
orchestrated percussion.
June 14th,
2015
