I love the beach
I love the beach for its gentle breeze, caressing my face.
I love it for the setting sun, painting the sky in vivid colours.
I love it for the endless waves.
But I love it more, for the moments it holds.
A child holding the hand of her father, feeling the sand under her soft feet for the first time, her eyes wide with wonder.
Friends, their laughter against the sound of waves rising and receding.
Lovers, in their little world, strolling along the shore wishing for it to never end.
I love it more, for the moments it holds.