Ocean

She came to the ocean to pray.  To walk on the cool, damp sand and feel its grit between her toes.  She came to feel the wind touch her face. Anywhere else it would be a blast of cold and bitter air, blowing through her and taking with it the last bit of hope, desire,…

A Wave’s Slow Dance

I’m not a great swimmer and I don’t really enjoy swimming in the ocean, but I love going to the beach. To feel the warm sunshine on my face, the ocean breeze in my hair, and to hear and feel the cool waves dancing on the beach and covering my feet, that is one of…