The sea, shells chiming, and the peacefullness
Running my fingers through small rocks and seashells. They chime, and it’s like music – music for the soul. And then the gentle, soothing song of the waves rolling in. I can sit here forever. Paint with shells, collect the ones speaking to me. It is a moment to hear the soul.
The noise of the world fades, all the things my mind insists I have to do fades too.
It’s just me, the shells and the sea in silent communication. Words are superfluous. A salty breeze hushes as a reminder. No words.
These are the moments I keep looking for, and they hide in the fabric of time wherever we make room for them.
With sea, sand, shells and love,