a day at the beach

“I miss the beach,” she thought to herself as she sat at her desk typing away at some random report. There was always some report that needed to be done immediately. They were tedious and boring and mindless but they got the bills paid.

But oh, to be at the beach. She pictured the exact scene in her mind as the fan blew directly into her face. She would be walking along the beach by the water, the waves lapping at her feet. Her hands swinging at her side, bereft of technology for once, as she spread them out and took a deep breath. The sun would be warm on her face, even if the rays don’t quite reach her due to her straw hat’s brim. She would look out into the ocean and wonder.

Thoughts would fly through her mind and she would let them. She wouldn’t try to control them for once and would just let them tumble over each other until blessed peace. The smell of the sea would surround her, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach where her feet were would lull her into contentment. “One day,” she thought once more. “I’ll be back.”