To This Moment.

The taste of salt lingers on my lips,

filling the air. Embracing me.

The sun is dancing

on the translucent water,

like a ballerina;

kissing my skin.

Warm to the touch. Leaving a moist residue,

on my bronzed shoulders.

I can hear the breeze whispering along with the waves

as they graze the shore. Teasing.

Unsure if they should touch. Timid, almost.

The white sand moulds like clay, as I dig

my foot beneath, feeling every grain glide

between my toes. Keeping me in place,

holding me down.