{Surfaces}

"But people are oceans. she shrugged. You cannot know them by their surface." -Beau Taplin//Surfaces

The smell, the wind and the crash of the ocean. A nap yesterday in a lounge chair, with the breeze kissing my face. And the lapping, rushing sound of water. I dozed off and on for an hour. Taking in the sounds and periodically running the sand through my hands and fingers. It was peaceful and while the water was still too cool for my taste. I waded in to my waist and benefited immensely from the healing baptism of the ocean.