Seashore Spells

Upon the primrose sand, I sit, cross- legged. A mild zephyr dances through my hair and douses me in sea- breeze scent. Gentle waves crawl onto the shore and chatter with the shingle. Palm trees fringe the beach, their arms cordially outstretched, hugging the ocean. I can almost hear the water smiling.  More waves roll onto the sand and siphon away coils of seashells. I breathe in the briny aroma and walk closer to the ocean. The sand shifts with my every step forward. My toes tingle as they touch the frothing water. The waves billow harder and drench me waist- high. I see the warm sun dip down the horizon. I love this beach.