As I walk along the seashore curtains of seagulls take to flight with a cacophony chorus and a fan of brilliant white. Their call fades in the distance as the waves crash at my feet. A salty mist anoints my skin with kisses in the summer heat. My footprints in the sand, behind, have washed away into the sea just like my cares, and now I stand amid a sigh of gentle peace. may 2004 ŠJanet Reid
