Breezy Beach

The rushing sound of the wind

Drowns out the thoughts in my head

The rays of the warm sun

Permeate my pores and calm my soul

The rustling palm fronds slap about the sky

As if to free themselves from the trees

Children dig in the sand creating tiny hills

Only to step on them as they giggle

Surfers ride the bubbling waves

Trying to fight currents that take them far away

The seagulls swoop down to the sand

Hoping to find scraps of food left behind

I sit on my beach chair thinking:

“Ha, ha! I live in sunny South Florida

While most others are elsewhere freezing their asses off!”

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