Remember

I remember,

That evening,
At the Ocean.
The cool wet sand
Beneath my toes.

The warm wind blowing
Through my hair.
The waves crashing
Upon the shore.

The seagulls hollering,
From up above.
The orange and red sun,
Descending,
Behind the water.

The twinkle of the first bright star
In the darkening sky.
The salty moist air, filling my lungs,
With each breath.

The seashell resting on the smooth sand,
Waiting to be carried away by the sinuous water.
The warmth of his hand
Embracing mine.

The silence of all things,
Except wholesome nature.
The perfect serenity,
Of that exact moment.

The sheer memory,
Is devine.