I sit on a twisted piece of driftwood like a queen on her thrown, gazing out at an endless ocean of blues and greens. A sunset painted with pinks, purples and red mirrored off the ever moving waves. The rising and crashing, pulling and pushing of water to the shore. Curvy lines of fluffy white foam left on the sand as a shadow of waves come and gone.  Walking through the shallows while waves smack my legs leaving tiny pieces of shells and sand stuck to my skin.  The sand under my feet squeak with every step, it squishes between my toes.  The sound of water rushing in roars in my ears.  Seagull’s squawk high in the cloud scattered sky.  They dive head first into the ocean and pop back up with their evening catch.   The cool misty breeze lifts my hair in twists and turns around my head, and leaves little drops of salt water speckled on my face.  Then I hear a familiar voice in the wind calling to me…”It’s time to come in”.