Yesterday I spent a few hours with family and friends visiting
at a house, which sits on the edge of the beach.
We went to share the dream of an old friend.
A large patio filled with tiki trinkets and ocean life yard art
and comfortable wicker &
bamboo seats for relaxing.
So we did that.
We chatted and lunched and enjoyed the much cooler ocean air. And we watched.
The sailboats drift by, the bicycles move down the boardwalk, the volleyball players leap and dive ~ arms outstretched in anticipation.
We watched across the wide sands to see the the sun dance upon the water.
And strolled down to feel it's warmth tickle our toes.
And the queen of the house, the elderly friend
well sometimes she heard our words and sometimes she didn't.
I heard her though, each time she quietly repeated,
in total contentment
how the air was 'so soft'...
the breeze, the air...
I think everyone needs to bask in soft air now and then
It can be a hard world
Sometimes one needs
to sit at the edge
of the sands and be rocked by
the soft air.
Nancy A. Erisman