Gypsy Soul

The wind howls

And the lighthouse bells chime louder.

I can see the peaking crimson red roofing standing tall in the horizon.

The warm reddish orange sun glowing wild with rage behind it.

The ocean tide comes in strong

And screams of serenity.

Seagulls speaking as they fly towards the clouds that hang low.

The density and thickness of them makes me wonder how soft they may feel.

I shut my eyes and breathe in.

I smell nothing but the salt water air rise within my nostrils

And open my eyes and exhale to the beauty before me.

The tide comes in closer and the water envelops me.

Creating goosebumps on my naked calves as they try and ride me out to sea.

And a part of me wanted to let go.

To fall in and be swallowed hole.

But the strong breeze against my shoulders made me think otherwise

I was cold.

I was so cold.

But I couldn't move.

My feet hooked to where I was standing.

My gaze never leaving for I was in pure awe.

This moment.

It lasted in moments but will last forever.