Pick-me-up, new shoes, just because.
Background for Sunday lunch
There is an arts festival here in Sydney, and one of the features is the Beach at Barangaroo. 1.1 million balls forming an indoor beach. Nothing like a million balls to bring out your inner child!
Crisp white waves
And turquoise seas
Life force pulling
Pulling me
I hear the crash
I feel the cold
I feel the sand
Beneath my toes
I feel alive
I feel at one
I feel the hope
Within my soul
I see the earth
I feel the sun
I glimpse the moon
Joining the fun
And marvel at
The world around
The world above
The world below
Allow the waves
To have their way
Pulling me further
Further in
As I submerge
And as I breathe
I submit myself
To a cold embrace
Sydney is sizzling, skins are frying, soles are walking on coals, and really there is only one thing to do.
And that is head down to the closest beach, slap on the sunscreen, hats, rashis and more sunscreen, grab a coffee, and submerge whole body into the cool waters. (My Scottish complexion is really taking strain).
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