Salty waves curl towards the skies. Tumbling and flowing, not hiding it’s guise. As we stalk from the depths, our sandy feet find purchase in the soft warm sand. The sun has baked a delicious crisp crust, awaiting our toes to break the surface. We walk from the water, towards a shady spot on the beach. We prop our feet up and soak in the heat. The day has done wonders to replenish our souls. The water and the waves have given us a new meaning. The replenishing chill of the water streaks into our hearts, washing out the illness and brightening our parts. They say the waters are healing. I shall always look to the skies, the water, and to the cold chill of a body warming in the sun baked sand overlooking the sea. Hammock and beer, and my sweet wife with me. Laughing and telling of all that will be.