Salty Hair, beachy hair.
Windy clouds, moving sounds.
The cool breeze of the ocean drifts by me.
As I begin to close my eyes, I think about this place of serenity.
The feeling of calmness, the feeling of bliss.
There is no place better than the place of tranquility.
This place, I call home. This place, that I often roam.
The breeze that I feel, makes me feel at home.