Walking on the beach.

Sometimes just walking on the beach turns up treasure. You might find a secluded cove, shaded by trees you can’t name. Shadows trace patterns on the sand. Waves whisper. Night is close, another day pases and you feel your body wind down. In the last glimmers of light, one last vision catches your breath before night holds sway.

If you like the picture feel free to use it anyway you like. It’s mine to give and it’s freely given.

Namaste.
Mitch.