I stroll down to the beach with a notepad in my beach bag. And I barely write a word.

Instead, I sink my bare feet into the warmth of the fine sand and feel my soul rejuvenate. I sit at the water’s edge studying the palette of colour before me. Dry golden sand meets its wet counterpart. Tiny white waves curl with shyness then flirt with the shore. I marvel at the kaleidoscope of clear turquoise that merges into aquas and blues and onto that line of sharp indigo at the horizon, curved, like a smile.

With the sun on my back, I take to my feet and approach the sea. My fair skin merges with the tanned sand. My form traces an outline on the clear shallow waters beneath me.

I am one with the sea.