My perfect place is probably a home away from home for many. A cliché most would say. However, no matter how “original” it may be, a perfect day at the beach can be beat by nothing.
Early morning, a light breeze strengthens the sound of the ocean as the wave’s crash upon each other. Not a sole within spitting distance, nor am I able to hear their voices carry to where I lie. I enjoy the restrained rays from subtle cloud cover, giving my already sun kissed cheeks a break from direct contact. The beads of water from this morning’s swim slowly dry, while my soaked curls lighten to an auburn hue. Back ground music softly tugs at my imagination while I drift off to sleep sprawled in the sand.
Early morning, a light breeze strengthens the sound of the ocean as the wave’s crash upon each other. Not a sole within spitting distance, nor am I able to hear their voices carry to where I lie. I enjoy the restrained rays from subtle cloud cover, giving my already sun kissed cheeks a break from direct contact. The beads of water from this morning’s swim slowly dry, while my soaked curls lighten to an auburn hue. Back ground music softly tugs at my imagination while I drift off to sleep sprawled in the sand.
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