Sand Angel

She lays sprawled on the beach, her eyes closed, her breath in rhythm with the crashing waves. The sun hides under a thick blanket of clouds, showing itself only long enough to breathe a stream of warmth upon the vacant stretch of beach. She feels the tiny pieces of sand digging deeper into her scalp as she moves her head back and forth, creating the perfect resting place for her tired mind. She usually brings a blanket on her visits but today she yearns for the raw connection between body and earth. She wants to feel the coolness of the descent as she sinks deeper into the separating grains of sand making way for her imposing mass of flesh and bone. For a moment, she strains to hear the familiar voices of the hovering birds as they effortlessly offer their beautiful songs to the sea goddesses. It doesn't take long before she realizes that her head is buried too deep in the sand to marvel in these songs. She is left alone with the caravan of thoughts parading through her consciousness, each one adding a heaviness to her spirit. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to usurp the power of her persistent thoughts. They have served their purpose. She wraps each one in a bubble and watches as they float away into the ethers. She feels lighter. She feels happy. Once again, she is healed by the magic of the ocean. She sticks out her tongue and tastes the droplets of salt water that will soon be encompassing her body. She slowly begins to move her arms and legs in a semi-circular motion. To pay homage to the sea, she creates a sand angel.