Beachside. The word itself
draws a sigh. Sand, sun,
not summer's emerald tinted waves,
but winters slate-gray
courts Atlantic's vast expanse.
Her steady, almost solemn breath
greets us each morn, dolphins slice
parallel paths, seagulls pose
against a tangerine sky,
the perfect whelk, collected,
our footprints imprint our brief sojourn
upon her tide-swept shore.
by Margaret Bednar, February 7, 2014
This is for Friday Flash 55. I am STILL re-running the two weekends I had with different daughters at the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Ocracoke is my favorite island, and I can't wait to go back.
For those of you who are living in the wintery wonderland of "Antarctica Michigan" and other northern states of the U.S.A, maybe if you do what I did when I wrote this … closed my eyes and tried to feel the heat of the sun and sand - maybe this will warm you a bit.