The waves were gentle as they brushed over my feet. The smell of the ocean was in the air as I stood there. The hatching turtles were making their way home as I moved along alone.
I looked at them for a moment wishing them well on their journey and then stepped aside. I smiled as they scurried along, so innocent and so eager for this life most hate.
My arms became chilled with the morning rise, the orange so vibrant and so calm. I was amazed at the strength and the beauty one object could have. To have that ability was something so rare.
With each step forward, I remembered to glance back. I could see my foot prints in the sand, seeing where I’d been and where I was now. The sun had risen across the waves as the turtles were gone I smiled with peace.
I had found what I was searching for.