healed

The ocean. The beach. The sound of the waves breaking at high tide, lulling me to sleep. The laughter of the gulls and the crows and my family. All the footprints in the sand that have probably been washed away, along with the shells of things that were. The sun. The crisp saltwater air. The wind constantly moving. Red skies at night.

Exactly what I needed.

I went to the ocean to be healed. I was given so much more.