salt burn my eyes and stings my lips. sand finds its way into ever crevice. spf 50 runs down my cheeks. my curls are tangled in the seaweed and my sun-kissed shoulders radiate heat – i couldn’t be happier!
when the tide washes in, i accept it’s invitation and enter. the waves hug me and push me away. undercurrent footsie and a sea floor paved with dead crustaceans.
ocean water heals. ocean water unites.