The warm sand between my toes felt soothing to the body and mind. Worldly cares seemed to go out with the tide and peace came with the incoming waves. I walked for time unknown without even thinking of the problems waiting for me back with my flip-flops at the bottom of the wooden stairway. So, I walked and walked occasionally bending to pick up a piece of sea glass or an interesting seashell. The long stretch of isolated sand was beckoning me to stay my course and not look back. And I walked. The waves crashing on the shore were like a beat to a song yet sung. The heat mixed with the cooler ocean breeze browned my skin and warmed my soul. My lips parched were rewarded with a cool drink from the water bottle tucked away in my shorts pocket. And I walked. The day was coming to an end the pounding surf like an alarm going off telling me to go back to my flip-flops at the bottom of the wooden stairs and I walked. Darkness was all around me as I tried to navigate my way back to someplace I started from.it all looked the same. The tide was in and I had to walk through seagrass and fishing line as the surf pounded the shoreline. And I walked faster. After a long while, I saw the light from the hotel beckoning me to the wooden stairway that was now partially submerged as one of my flip-flops floated past me on its way out to sea.
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