If I could live anywhere it would be in a place just like this scene of morning coolness; a chilled spray with slow, soft crashing waves of green nearing shores' edge, peaking in pink foam.
It would be a delicate sunrise of bright pink toned yellows, breaking forth in a lemony sky, oh my.
Would I share it or be alone? I think I'd rather be alone and drink it in; explore every sensory preception's reception.
The sand waits for each footprint to appear and just as quickly, to disppear; wet sand does as it is directed by a source we often forget. I won't forget this time.
The place I would live surely exists because I found a photograph of it. Can I find it? Yes, everytime I close my eyes I will see it and be grateful that I can still imagine beauty.