You know how you feel when you're completely relaxed. There is just a touch of a breeze, the temperature is just warm enough that you're not distracted with the thought of getting a sweatshirt. The air smells fresh, no heavy perfumes, just clean. At that moment you drift off to your daydreams.
Wherever those dreams take me, the images here remind me of that place. The soft edges, the cloudy colors.
I am so easily transported to this place. I can hear the soft lapping of the water against the shore.
I love combing the sand for these shiney broken seashells. I have jars of these lovely imperfect treasures. They are like stray kittens. Or the underdog team. I'm so drawn to them.