“The day is almost gone and most of the people are having dinner at home. The sand it’s chilly, but I keep walking. A shriver runs through my body as the feet have just felt the sun heated wave coming over. Breathing fresh air while gazing the sunset. I am still cold, but as he takes my hand I am getting warmer. Only now I can start feeling the seaweed’s scent and hearing the sound of the crashing waves, until I open my eyes and move the shell away from my ear.”

Posted on September 29th, 2019 by emarzotto01
Filed under: Sea