a life in beaches

Laying on fallen trees that line the bluffs, nothing but the sound of the tide to fill the pitch night and shooting stars flying across the sky. The salt of the sea left a taste like no other on our tongues. Few words to describe an experience that takes the whole body itself to devote all the senses; the chill of the evening filling my feet and lower back. Rocks flying through the universe, travelling quicker than we might ever know and burning out; time and space will draw life from everthing that exists and does not exist all within itself. My mind wanders back to sunrises in the harbor, salty skin next to a pillow and the tide rocking in and out.