Peace comes when our hearts are open like the sky, vast as the ocean.
Flip, flop. Flip, flop.
The sound as my feet hit the sidewalk was a soothing rhythm akin to the gentle waves lapping the shore that were calling me tonight. My well-worn flip flops cradled my feet as I walked the short block to the beach. The night sky was clear of the earlier clouds. Looking up, stars twinkled with Venus and a beautiful crescent moon brightly shining. A faint glimpse of the Milky Way could be detected as my eyes adjusted to the darkness as I stepped onto the sand away from the street lights. My feet free of shoes, my toes curled in the warm sand that had a slight hint of chill on the surface. The night air was calm with a gentle breeze playfully lifting my curls as I walked. Stopping at the water’s edge, I put my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt to warm them. My fingers brushed a shell fragment I had picked up from the sea at sunset. Its iridescent colors of blues, greens, and purples had caught my eye and I couldn’t resist gathering it to add to what has become a very large collection of treasures I have found these past years gifted from the vast Gulf before me. My fingers rubbed the smooth surface and felt the ridged pattern. Instead of a lamp, I gently stroked the shell and made my wish. Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply in cadence with the surf. Exhaling once more, I opened my eyes and felt peace wash over me. My whole soul relaxed. Turning, I walked back home, this time my bed calling me. Tomorrow was coming all too soon, but now I had the strength to face it.