Today’s Remembe(red) prompt from Write on Edge: Where is your quiet place? What does it look like? What happens there?
I closed my eyes and lean back, scooching my butt side to side to make a little dent in the sand.
I feel the sunlight against my skin, so warm and embracing.
It feels good.
I don’t need to open my eyes. I know what those sounds are.
The waves crest in a peak of white, then unfold under themselves as they race up onto the shore.
Foamy; thousands of tiny particles of sand and shell sparkle as the tide pulls back out to sea.
The smell of salt water fills my nose. I can taste the saltiness of the Atlantic.
I sat up and stare out at the ocean.
On the beach, there is no time. There is no dusting, vacuuming, no barking dogs, no ding of the dryer.
I leave my phone in the car. The laptop sits at home; the work will still be there when I return.
There is only me, the sunlight, the salty air and the waves.