June 20, 2014 by Francesca Muir
Getting my feet wet
Dipping my toes in…
Always tentative and somewhat nervous – though of what I have no idea
Crashing in, it swirls around my ankles
Glistening bubbles chattering away at my toes
A momentary gasp. Cold!
But then the ocean and my feet part company
And we are left on the sand…
Damp and invigorated.
I step closer to the deep
Then step back again
Waiting … waiting…
Waiting for the next wave
© 2014 Francesca Muir