The Siren’s Song

I can hear it……the ocean wooing me to itself.

The waves, the wind, the warm sand, the salty taste that lingers on your lips and the way time seems to slip slowly by.

My bag is somehow packing itself; a coral swimsuit, a floppy hat, three books, shorts, sandals and sunscreen. The bag is overflowing,  just waiting to go.

I’m itching for the road, for escape, for relief and freedom.

And it’s coming my way tomorrow evening.


The beach is calling me away with it for a weekend and I’m counting down the hours till we leave.


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