There was freedom in this place. The touch of the wind feels liberating as i reached for it.
My palms were wide open as i embraced the uncertainty of my stay. I soon began to curl my toes underneath where the sand follows my movement. Soon enough bigger and bigger the waves came. The water tasted salty,not exactly the same from the familiar salt that usually my mom uses whenever she cooks. I hear the laughter fading into the background. I hear the mermaids calling my soul.