Salt in the air
A fresh breath of life.
The soft give of sand under foot,
Warmth of the sun across my face.
Shades of blue and gold along a blank canvas of amber.
I never was more at peace than painting by the sea.
-b.e.
Salt in the air
A fresh breath of life.
The soft give of sand under foot,
Warmth of the sun across my face.
Shades of blue and gold along a blank canvas of amber.
I never was more at peace than painting by the sea.
-b.e.