Of Salt And Solace

<p class=ql-align-center>Weary of the world I journey to the shore. The</p><p class=ql-align-center>sea breeze greets me; jostles my hair. Fingers</p><p class=ql-align-center>of humidity soften the creases in my starched</p><p class=ql-align-center>shirt. Tired toes sink into soft cool sand. </p><p class=ql-align-center>The waves whisper secrets from ancient</p><p class=ql-align-center>times. They form battalions and march</p><p class=ql-align-center>toward me in perfect formation. Ringlets of</p><p class=ql-align-center>lacy foam encircle my feet. Sultry sea gulls</p><p class=ql-align-center>portend my presence; hail their mates. </p><p class=ql-align-center>Tiny sandpipers chase the waves; skitter back</p><p class=ql-align-center>to shore. Diamond dust dances across ripples</p><p class=ql-align-center>of water. Salty sea spray caresses my lips.</p><p class=ql-align-center>Worldly woes melt like molten butter</p><p class=ql-align-center>in the warmth of the sun. </p><p class=ql-align-center>Escape from the worries of the world. Experience</p><p class=ql-align-center>a poetic journey into the solace of the shore.</p>