Walkway

The morning is clear. There is a newness to the day. Although I am eager to see the ocean, I stop and admire the view laid out before me. The sun lightly shines on my upturned face as I feel the salty breeze lazily blowing by. This bridge, this walkway, this path can symbolize so much. A path leading to better days, to a loved one on the other side, the expanse of the world waiting for me to explore, or home. As I stand and take in the sound of the ocean crashing beyond, I am mesmorized with the grass gently blowing in that breeze. An undulation of color and feathery texture. My senses are singing. As I tuck away this resoundant memory, I continue on as I embrace the moment.