Love this line by V. C. Linde:
Between the drag of salted waves
and the sting cut of sharp grass
is a land of soft sands and
abandoned shoes.
I fell in love with the line when I read the last bit. "Abandoned shoes." Ah, what a way to capture summer and the glint of water beyond that tantalizing stretch of sand toasted summer gold. mmm....
Like a bit of sand in a bottle for cherishing mid-winter.
Between the drag of salted waves
and the sting cut of sharp grass
is a land of soft sands and
abandoned shoes.
I fell in love with the line when I read the last bit. "Abandoned shoes." Ah, what a way to capture summer and the glint of water beyond that tantalizing stretch of sand toasted summer gold. mmm....
Like a bit of sand in a bottle for cherishing mid-winter.