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 with the idea of a bag of shells!

I'd rewind to the moment I first tried

the cute crustacean 

for breakfast of all times!

I'd rewind it and play it all over again

but I'm glad its over

as it gives me something to look back to

a moment of sanity I can count on

For as long as my memory serves me well...

PS- we played a game where we throw in a few words and two of us had to come up with a poem using those four words in the same meaning... IN FIVE MINUTES. 

it was super fun, and the title you see here is those exact four words.

While I tweaked a few things to post it here, the majority of it was within the time frame :) 

here's to a fun walk in our beloved boundaries!