California Oceans

my memory of being in California on the beaches

The sand gets stuck

between my toes,

as the chilly crisp

winds blow.

 

The smell of fresh

dry air,

as the sunlight beams

down on my hair.

 

It's November,

a time to remember...

the ocean's touch is almost

too cold to with-stand...

as chill bumps form all-over

my skin.

 

I'm taking it all in,

taking it all in.

With a grin...