Waves crashing against the shore,
The soft flapping of the seagull’s wings,
The sweet sound of their voices,
Helps me envision the fantastic times I’ve had here,
Seeing sailboats in the distance,
Jet-Skis fighting the waves, boats trapped by their docks,
Soft sand blankets the ground,
Seaweed is sprinkled over the sand in clumps,
The icy water meets with the sizzling sand,
Tortured by the sun,
I sit down,
With my feet in the water,
Looking out at the horizon,
Thinking about how magical the bay is to me.

May 6, 2015