“There was sand on my toes” (but I didn’t care)

Hope Lang

There is something so beautifully poetic about barefoot walks on the beach. So enveloped in the world are we in those moments that we forget about the sand on our toes, the cool of the breeze and the smell of the salt it carries, the tourists tanning on their torn-up towels and the plastic bag floating on the waves. The waves, every perfect influx of emotion, bring in the very joy of living, then the release of all the emotions leave like they recede when we sleep. Emotions always change with the tides. I need something to tide me over, so I always just sit and scroll, the waves of knowledge I never wanted flowing over me, and yet I sit and scroll.