Self Centered

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

E. E. Cummings

I am going to the coast. I kept asking myself today, what do I want? I want the ocean. I want the cool breeze, the rolling and moaning of the waters, and the smooth wetness of the sands between my toes. I want to walk for miles without a destination, explore each tide pool or rock for lost sea creatures, and seek the tiniest treasures below the surface of salt. This is what I want. It has been too long since I have gone and truly enjoyed it. I searched today for the place to stay. I got it...it's mine and all for me.

Alone I walked on the ocean strand,
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped, and wrote upon the sand
My name, the year, the day.
As onward from the sport I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast,
A wave came rolling high and fast,
And washed my lines away.

Hannah Flagg Gould
A Name in the Sand