Swish

The gentle rush of the wind between her hair, the gentle touch of the beach water on her feet, the feel of the sand between her toes, the swift cool breeze against her skin. Once again she got inspired, the urge to pick a pen and write, the urge to pour out her thoughts on paper. The sea looked beautiful, the sea felt soothing. All she wanted to do was feel this peace every day, she decided I’d carry my journal here. To put down my thoughts in words so bound.