Summer

The warm air is salty on your tongue. Your feet fly across the hot sand. It clings to you but cannot slow you down. The song of the waves beckons you, pulls you inexorably home.

Your next step brings you within their reach, and they lap eagerly at your feet. They tug on your ankles, begging you to join them.

Each step is lighter, easier than the last. The waves wrap you in their cool embrace. You float, weightless. A seagull soars through endless blue sky, and you want to call out to it that you, too, know what it feels like to be free.