Down The Shore

I absolutely love going to the Jersey shore. I don't exactly when this love affair started so I am not sure just how long I have felt this way about an actual space. Perhaps it is just my love of water. It can calm me the way nothing else can.

I come alive down the shore. It gets me in touch with my feelings. I feel energized when the sun awakens me, I feel pensive as I watch the setting sun over the water. I feel melancholy when I think of friends now gone and cannot share the exquisite beauty of the sun touching the water, of the air when it smells like rain. I feel joy when I look into the air and dozens of birds are circling and hovering over the water, because maybe, just maybe my friends are there, soaring on the wings of birds, and maybe when I reach my hand out to catch the gently falling rain, it's not just a rain drop but the gentle touch of a dear friends warm breath saying "hello, old friend."

I feel renewed when I am down the shore.