The sea, the sea

Come away with me,
To the sea,
Come away with me,
To the shore.

And we will hear the waves crashing,
And we wiil feel the surf in our hair.

Come away with me,
To the sea,
Come away with me,
To the shore.

And we will hear the wind in the pines,
And we will see the laughter in their eyes.

Come away with me,
To the sea,
Come away with me,
To the shore.

And when the golden sun has sunk into the water,
The pale moon will rise to take its place.

Come away with me,
To the sea,
Come away with me,
To the shore.

And in our hearts we'll take a piece of the ocean,
To remind us we are brave and we are free.

Come away with me,
To the sea,
Come away with me,
To the shore.

These September days have been so sunny and warm that we've tried to say yes to the beach as often as possible. Yes to early morning kitesurfing and late evening picnics, to pebble castles and swimming, to shell collecting and mussel picking. And yes to beach yoga and jumping and running along empty beaches.



I know in my bones that these days, spent soaking in the suns warmth, will carry us through the winter. When I take a shell in my hand or sneak another peek at the tiny empty crab we found, I'll be transported back to these lazy last days of summer. These days when we were almost always the last to leave the beach.