Early morning breezes wash over me like a warm embrace.
My memory is quickly awakened to a distant longing, a familiar place.
The alluring scent of ocean air makes me ache.
I long for gentle sea breezes, soft caresses of wind over my being, and my soul.
I miss bicycle rides to nowhere, and the sound of the lifeguards whistle.
I yearn to feel the ocean water, and granular texture of the sand under my feet.
I wish to hear the mesmerizing sounds of the sea gulls calling his friends for a meal.
I miss the sound of ropes embracing flag poles on windy days.
I yearn for sun kissed skin, and blissful days of doing nothing.
I miss my old friend, the sea.