Blue ; Shell ; Circle ; Dawn.
The early dawn that day was never meant to be seen by me because the simple taste of exhaustion put me to a well-earned sleep I woke up a bit later than usual that day with an obvious peace felt through to my bones; the kind that comes right after a month of the hustle-bustle of our bittersweet lives. The sky was a type of blue that I have only read in books about Its something I've always imagined a happy sky to look like of course it was nothing compared to the mighty blue I could see in front of me Where the river circled to meet the ocean And touch, shyly while the wind blew by ever so mildly carrying the salty hints of a nice day Little did we take in this view that we switched our attention to the myriad of tiny precious things That filled the sand Those shells being picked are somewhat of a tradition a bond, a memory of a necklace-making activity! Oh if I could I would pause the time in that moment when my shoes had more shells than it could hold because we got creative wi