Slack Tide

I walked far down the beach, soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and legs, the wind and mist from the spray on my hair.

Writing about nature and the planetary elements is equally as fun as reading about them. When I read a passage like this, it reminds me of my youth and living along the coastal shores of New Jersey. How each shoreline and beach town was vastly different from the next, each one bringing its own charitable and hospitable contribution to the east coast table, and how in all the years since, nothing has really changed.

(Photo taken by me; reading excerpt out of “Gift from the Sea,” by Anne Morrow Lindbergh.)

Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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