Hey guys! This is a more short-and-sweet piece I wrote at the beach. I hope you enjoy it. (Also what do you like most about the beach?)
You make me feel naive. Your water splashes my face like it’s egging me on, while the tide drifts towards me like a sleepy puppy. It’s like every time I look at you I’m filled with the joy of a youthful friendship. Occasionally, the waves rush like children at the end of a school day; leaping towards their friends with the vivacity of childhood.
There is beauty in your youth. You have a vigour very few can replicate. It fuels me as I scale the waves. A tidal wave of emotions encompasses me and I am brand new, first day on the job, reborn onto the smooth complex beaches that are all you.
When night falls, you are a city of light. The stars grace your surface with the purity of boyhood. Even though to me you’re infinite, you approach life with a good nature and playfulness that is unbridled by age. You are pure, beautiful, and endless. The moon reflects on your cobalt sea with hope. It envisions the future, and the future is extraordinary.
Darkened skies welcome friendly faces; buddies unite around bonfires by your shore. They relate stories jovially, laughing like youngsters at a 7th birthday party. When the sun arises, you become the most vibrant and ingenuous creature I’ve ever laid eyes upon. You emit the secrets of youth – ancient youth.
© C. Churchill, 2017