im beginning to fall astray to my purpose here, i miss the beach, ive grown tired of being on top of things, the cold weather wont seem to go away, i can imagine back in st. augustine, my place of contentment as a child, lying on the sand with my toes buried and the sun rays on my back to keep me warm, the smell of salt in the air, and the company of shells. how swimming in it makes you thirsty and the serene blanket of diamonds in the distance, a place where the stars always come out at night. this is where i belong and want to be.