Days like this.
Shouting, laughing, nothing planned.
Carefree capers on the sand.
Building cars that drive nowhere,
sand airplanes fly through salty air.
Where softer sand and water meets,
brings windswept hair and buried feet.
Pebbles searched and found and skimmed,
to bounce like laughter on the wind.
This place so full of hidden treasures,
gifts days crammed full of simple pleasures.
That fierce north wind with shivered hiss,
is easy bared for days like this.