Magic at the Beach

An impromptu trip to the beach is a gift. To feel the warm sand spread from the soles of your feet to the depths of your heart. The thrill of the cold water nipping at your toes, enticing you in, followed by goosebumped flesh and shivering muscles. The dribble of ice cream, creeping its way down your hands, onto your bare skin, sticky and sweet. Rough sand filling your shoes, scratching your skin and the contented tired feeling of wind blown hair as you gaze out of the window, racing ever closer to home. Take me back, time and again, if only to see you splash and giggle as the waves lift you higher, stealing your breath in gasps of excitement.