The golden suns shines brightly onto the restless ocean.
I watch as the waves would crash against the shallow end; crawling up the shore higher and higher each time.
I walk towards the water, feeling the soft sand and sharp shells press against the soles of my feet.
I enter toe deep at first, allowing the coldness to seep into my skin like wax from a burning candle.
The ocean reminds my restless mind that it is easy to be sucked into the tide after steeping off the safeness of the shallow end, but the current has other plans.
It devours our pathways and it becomes almost impossible to find once we want to return to the shallow end.
I choose, now, to stay on the shore where the sand is soft and warm from the sun’s tireless, beaming rays. Where I am safe from the chaos and raging storms that lie ahead.