
When I walk the streets on my way home I feel the sunlight beaming into my veins and the crisp air bustling through my hair making it fly out of control. I feel the pavement so strong beneath me, the lines and cracks showing me the way home. I listen to the soft hum of the streets, the leaves in the trees crackling, the small abadoned paper on the ground gliding through the air. I hear my heart warming up with each stride. I take time to whisk away and bask in my hopes. The images are always the same, the ocean, the sandy shore and sea shells all around me. Its early morning dusk and the sun us just rising. I am alone,walking along the ocean shore collecting sea shells and planning a romantic dinner to have with Kyle. I leave fresh foot prints with each step I take in the morning sand. I love to spend time every morning alone just thinking and walking along the shore. While I walk I ask God for his love and direction in my life. I squish my toes in the sand to cool them down.
I love to feel the sand in between my toes and know that I am Free.
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