I linger at the beach.
Here beside the fresh water of Michigan…
And there in the salt water of Florida….
There is something so right and soul-healing about a long walk in the salt air. The waves washing over my feet, the sand squishing between my toes, the squawking of gulls, the gentle rhythm of the surf.
I need it.
And I am always slow to leave it.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Linger.”