Memories

Black, white, black, white,
the consecutive colours of the pattern
The smooth inside, the body wrapping around itself,
the shell cupping my ear

Like the waves, the memories came flooding back
The blisters on my feet, the sand between my toes
In the distance, a storm, darkening the horizon
This made the adventure more exciting, time was running out

Climbing the rocks, surfing the sand,
we left the wind behind
Our pockets full to the brim, but yet we wanted more
We turn around to see, the sun leaving his post,
and the moon taking over

Darkness,
I open my eyes and there I was,
back in reality. The shell in my hands,
my back against the wall, wishing for more memories