Beach

          You stand in the surf letting the soft waves push and swirl around your ankles. The sun is high in the sky, gilding the ever changing surface of the ocean with silver and gold light. The dark cliffs that encircle the cove echo the calls of the gulls who claim this as home. Only a few lazy clouds drift across the sky, promising to behave themselves through the night. 

          You look out to the horizon, feeling your eyes stretch and strain to catch the even the smallest movement at the edge of the earth. But all you can see is the blurred meeting of sky and sea. The two elements touch and become a band of light that promises distant lands if only you had some way to reach them. If only you had some means to get away from the muddy pale sands of the beach behind you and become as free as the birds that fly overhead, as free as the fish nibbling at your toes even as your feet sink into the sucking sand, a harsh reminder that you are currently stuck here.

          But still you look out and hope. You hope one day to get away from these ever changing, ever the same tides and waves that crash against you as if you aren't there. One day you'll leave here. One day.