It is the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, the chill of the winds against my arms. It is the ocean scent against the skin. There is something about the serenity of the scene, the different shades of blue, and the loud and soft sounds of the waves crashing against the sand. How amazing the waves stop short of the road.
It is the chirping of the birds in the dusk light, the calling of the ducks one to another “meet at the ponds mouth”. It is the gentle swish, swish, swish of the pond that leads into the river. It is the slight rustle of the palm trees. It is the hooting of the owl, which is nowhere to be found in the day time.
And as you look up into the sun lit blue of the dusk sky, it is the sight of the green, most green mountain that you have ever seen that. As you look to the west, there you will see it again the most green mountain stretching on for miles and miles at a time. You look to the East there too you will find a mountain, orange from years of formation and age. Lastly to the South, more mountain how majestic you are.
As I lay flat backed against the deck chair I take a breath of my muse. The rush of the wind against my face and the chirping of the birds in my ears; I look up to the mountains close my eyes and quite my mind. No more cities, no more buzzing of the cars just peace how wonderful…
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