Remembering Good Times

7: 55 a.m. Sandy beaches popping into my mind, as the sun rises over ocean waves, forever crashing without resting through each night and day. Feeling their strength in mind, knowing they can knock me over, I smile, remembering all the times that it actually happened. Once, even hitting me so hard that my bikini top was taken off, still feeling the embarrassment of that situation, making me blush even now, all these years later. Continuing on, walking and feeling the serenity of just being close to the ocean in mind. Wonderful memories of many good times back them.