Ocean waves

The ocean calls to me, with its waves roaring at me.

I step into the sand, the first layer is hot.

But under that layer, that very same layer, under it feels cold and safe.

The sand is drier than a dead tree. I step into the waves. They are cold like ice.

I wait a little longer, it feels better. I go a little deeper, into the water.

The waves pull me and push me like they hate me.

Like a bully, holding my collar, swinging me left and right.

I leave the water, feeling droplets of water running down my skin, giving me a slight tingle each time.

I lay down on my back with a towel under me, the sun boils me like the warmest hug.

The seagulls sing with the trees’ swish.