She laid out a warm pillow of sand for my feet as I gazed at her mural of pinks and yellows and blues. Her refreshing touch cascading over my body inching up my legs her smell filling my nose her rippling voice surrounding my ears. Frozen solid in relaxation, frozen in warmth as the years washed away with the outgoing tide. Staring at her horizon I know she has plenty more for me, but I must return to life for a while. I'll be back my friend and thank you, again.