The sea breeze caressed my face
I tasted salt upon my lips
Saw squealing, swooping seagulls
Searching in anticipation for food
From fishing trawlers returning
Home with their catch
I watched the flowing tide
As it slowly covered the sand
Saw pebbles as they were gently washed
Glistening like diamonds in the sunlight
My feet tingled at the thought of cold water
Trickling through my toes
Saw children collecting seaweed on the shore
Left by the ebbing and flowing tides
My fingers touched the tyres of my wheelchair –
My train of thought was broken
It was time for me to leave the shore
With my innermost thoughts unspoken.
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