the perfect moment
has passed
and whatever remains
is overlayed with yesteryear longing
i greedily consumed it all
the sea, the sky, the soft salty breeze
the sun was soaked in
the dark sand dug in
but all that remains now
is a fuzzy
static snapshot.
intotheindigo 
Hmmmm…..snapshots of our life. Well versed Que.
thank you Eric =) it’s funny I spent hours and hours in one sunlit paradisaical spot
and yet i remember only one moment