Down at the beach the wind is calling me.

I capture a moment of the sea shells

at the bottom of the sea. Painting a peaceful picture of the beach.

While the soft sand is covering my feet, in my heart a place is warm,

a warm place yes that's for sure. I listen to the sound of the unique shells.

The beach makes me feel at home. When I'm swimming in the ocean I feel weightless,

like I'm drifting away in my own way. No one can judge me. It's peaceful.

A salty smell talks to me. As people slowly walk on the fragile pier with their

giggling voices my life feels full. And when the wind blows, it touches my soul.