I am given the choice she says to follow a path to the sea or a path to the wood.
Oh Alexa if only I could!
Leave dreary winter days and bask near the water.
I shade my eyes from the sun
but my arms are bare
I hear the sound of gulls
the fragrance of salt in the air
I dig my toes into warm layers of sand
break through to the cool dampness below
the wind whips my hair around
draws tracks on my nape
a kind hand is held while skipping the waves
warm conversations while ice spins in the glass
sun setting slow with colors deepening
stars coming out while sleepiness creeps in
my day dream is ending as the moon is rising
What a dream, what a day in my imagination.