My dry feet step into the cold sand.
It takes one deep breath,
Immediately I am surrounded by nature.
I am in my tranquil state,
Nothing else matters.
And there it is,
The feeling of serenity which Thoreau so often wrote about,
It envelops me,
Takes over my body like a spirit has just entered my soul.
The cool breeze blows wind through my wavy hair,
Causing curls to fall down into my blue eyes.
This is the place where I should be,
Where I was meant to be.
just me and mother nature.
Sitting on a small round rock,
I watch the orange sun as it begins to set,
Its final rays glisten off of the choppy water.
This is where I belong.
Just contemplating when the sun will set.
As I relax my mind and close my eyes,
I hear the sound of the forest,
I hear no sounds of a car, lights, or other human beings.
Just the simple sounds of undisturbed life.
I see one man,
The bubble man,
Doing what his heart desires.
He is at ease with himself,
Making no disturbances to the moment,
This I am ok with.
I am content right now,
I am free,
Alone in my own, peaceful world.