abrasive freedom

home

the chestnut mountain is smothered in dust and rocks,

clouds surround the cerulean sky covered in sparkles of bronze,

the tastes of saltwater and fresh air drifting past your tastebuds and nostrils leave your esophagus scathing,

waves overlap and splash together to create a melodious tune that soothes your angst,

fingers digging between the crevices of the delicate beige sand as it slips and tickles your toes,

you feel at home.