Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Feet crunch through sand
Off, running.
Hair flying, camera in hand.
Like the first snow.
A stone thrown, into a vast ocean.
A love, lost.
Silent and mysterious as a cloud.
A beautiful lake.
The golden hour.
For a moment everything is perfect.

Cold, harsh reality sets in.
Warmth fleeting.
With every moment, every breath of air.
Seeking the sunset.
Hoping for the warmth to come back.
But it has escaped.

Laurel <3