When I was a kid, my parents used to drive to the nearest coastline in our town. The drive was meventful but he shore isn't. But it isn't big, either. It's just a selected part of the coastline which is made into a park.
The water is cleaner that time, and we used to fool around splashing saltwater and everything our hands could grasp. Everything is fun, even though the shore isn't that much. But the simplest things are the most worth remembering for.
I used to sit where the water and the sand meet. It's fun, well for me. I can feel the waves coressing my legs. The stillness of the sand and the confusion of the wind soothes me. It wasn't much of an experience, but those simple things became an important memory that I'm sure will lead me to something good. The realization is striking-those things are the horizon of my future. The rage of the water is the uncertain future everything unlaid and unreveaked, but supposedly rough. The cold air is the forgotten past-rivid but lost. And the stillness of the sad is the present-the proof of the strength you have to face is what we overlook, and the horizon is what will became but still kept by the leash of fate. Everything will be okay in the wateq-the future ^_^
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