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,
Anneli

Hidden heart
Hidden heart
Friend or annoying sibling?
Friend or annoying sibling?
Tiny
Tiny
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