Here the sand is warm underneath your soles. Here the moon awakes the ocean — the potency of her scent cradles each of your nose hairs tenderly, the foundations of her waves deepening before your eyes all while getting warmer with each second the sun tucks itself further away for the night.
Here the fruit tempts you, calling your name with how juicy and ripe they are. They tug at your every sense except you don’t resist here. You gently twist it off the hydrated branches handing it to you. Here you just bite in. Here you look back at the tree and say thank you.
Here the music is vibrantly shared and the eyes are curious yet non-judgmental. You’re invited into conversation from those you need to hear from. The universe sends the messages directly here. Here you can receive without contracting your belly.
Here you don’t seem worried about what isn’t. Here you seem aware of all that is. And all that is, is all that matters here. Because you’re here.