I want to go to a place where the ocean roars.

I want to go to a place where you can hear the wind rushing past your ears.

I want to go to a place where seagulls soar so low their wings nearly touch the shadows on the sand .

I want to go to a place where the water is so cold it stings your feet daring you to wade just a little bit deeper.

I want to go to a place where the whole sky is painted grey and the salty air fills your cheeks with color.

I want to go to a place where the sand swirls up and stings your ankles and gets caught in your hair.

I want to go to a place where I can bundle up in a sweatshirt sit on the sand and feel completely safe and completely vulnerable.

I want to go to a place where I can watch the water churn and froth and splash and rage.

I want to go to a place where the people have all gone where the wind has driven them away.

I want to feel the spray and hear the birds.

I want to taste the salt and smell damp sand.

I want to go to the coast, where the earth meets the sea.

I want to watch them intertwine and argue in a never ending dance

 Always repeating itself, never the same.

Take me there.  That is were I want to be.