A piece of me is still on that beach, twisting her fingers through her sea-salty hair. Pressing her toes deep down in the sand, feeling its moisture and its harsh, pleasant touch. Whatever I do and wherever I am, that place takes me over and keeps bringing me back, with invisible strings so well-known by the heart. The surrender is sweet, and the magic is strong, and the dream is so real, I stand there on my own. I am kissed by the wind and caressed by the sun, feeling amazed at the new breaking dawn, when all’s bathed in red-gold and in all shades of pink and the blues are all different, for a moment, I think…
Low tide, Ko Phi Phi, Thailand. Photo: ©Slowaholic
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