Along the Beach

Strolling along the beach,

Sandals left far behind,

Sand digging in my toes,

I itch to wipe it off,

To get away,

The rough grainy feel,

In and around my feet,

I despise it with a passion,

But i choose to withstand it,

I choose to stay.

Closing my eyes,

Loving the feel,

Of the morning dew,

Against my face,

The smell of the crisp salty sea,

Wafting in my nose,

The rough waves,

Smashing against the rocks,

Seagulls in the air,

Squawking away.