My Portable Paradise

My son's tiny feet leave footprints in the sand,

washed away by the steady ebb and flow of the water.


I sit back as his father holds his hands,

his feet forming brackets around our baby's.


Inhala. Exhala. Respira.


The salt-speckled air rings through my nostrils,

guiding itself into the depths of my lungs.


I exhale. Half-blinded by the sun

that kisses my skin,

spreading its warmth

throughout my body.


Night falls and we sit before a bonfire

singing songs together,

dancing,

watching the galaxy above.


Dawn breaks. I am alone

while my world sleeps,

walking along the beach to the forest.


The air is clear.

The birds sing my early morning soundtrack

as I sit amongst the trees

and watch the fish swim along with the current

from the waterfall before me.


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