Warm tendrils of air greet me
A salty smell in the air
Warm soft sand beckons
Chilly Pacific waters thunder aloud.
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The sun burns away wispy clouds
As I walk towards the sea
The tide cramps my toes at first touch
Audible rises and falls of a beach crowd.
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I adjust to cool water in seconds
My adrenaline takes over
I duck under a large wave
Hearing scarcely a single sound.
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The coastal beauty sets my soul free
Feeling no objections…
-aaa
Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy 
I’ve never heard a pounding surf till I visited Carmel-by-the-sea, CA. The pounding scared my Silky terrier.
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I love pounding surf. I hear it all night as I play it when I sleep on my Bluetooth.
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I tried a CD of the rainforest once to fall asleep to. Was nice and relaxing till punctuated by jaguar growls. Don’t know why they thought that was a great idea.
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No growls for me just the sound of the sea.. 🌊
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I always loved going to Cannon Beach. I miss it.
Very nicely penned. 👏🏼👏🏼
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Thank you 😊
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Love it.. I miss the Beach. It’s been so many years since I have been to the Beach.
Wonderful Poem Brother.
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Thanks bro 😎
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