
Sand Dunes
He comes here to think and leave the day behind.
Closing his eyes, he breathes in the salty air, the sand shifts.
For a moment he conjures them, their little hands and high pitch squeals of delight. When he opens his eyes they’re gone.
On a good day, people say that standing here on the dunes, looking out to sea, you could be anywhere in the world.
But he only wants to be here.
Here is where he remembers them, until they are with him again.
Closing his eyes, he breathes in the salty air, the sand shifts.
For a moment he conjures them, their little hands and high pitch squeals of delight. When he opens his eyes they’re gone.
On a good day, people say that standing here on the dunes, looking out to sea, you could be anywhere in the world.
But he only wants to be here.
Here is where he remembers them, until they are with him again.