today I set off to the beach
I can walk to the river from my house
but I wanted to visit my favourite place
which is a little drive away
walking along the row of huts I collected shells
cockles and mussels
stones with holes through,
pieces of sea glass ~ green and frosted white
the tide lapping at my feet as I grabbed small pieces
of smooth driftwood
I love to come here at this time of year
it's a place to think and daydream
breath in the salty air
and listen to the 'clink clink' of ropes on masts
while the seagulls cry
