Walking on the beach alone there is one thing that everyone loves,
Really? Or was it just me who was praying to God to fill my finger gaps with soft and beautiful hands.
Cold and salty wind from the sea, kissing your face, I can see a formation of black clouds far up the sea.
I can see the lighting far away and I am waiting to hear the thunder!
I can feel that thunder crack opening my heart. I stop and face toward the sea; she washes away the sand from my feet.
And leave a brown shell for me, the size of my thumb. I pick it, clean it and put it in my pocket like a gift from the universe.