A spectacular day

The sky, a most pure blue

I go here at the end of the day for therapy

A short drive, the salt air – perfume

My golden retriever rides shotgun

We get out of the truck

Headed for fun

We walk the short sandy trail

Pompass grasses wave from the dunes

The wind and the sun chap my lips

I look both ways then close my eyes

No one else here

Mother Nature’s kiss

It’s cold but the sun touches my face

Billy’s blonde fur illuminates

How we love this place

I pull some bread from my pocket

Pick off some pieces

Billy trots through the waves

The coast takes us in

Maybe we are the beach’s

It was here first

Along with the birds

I fling some bread crumbs into the air

I watch the seagulls descend from here and there

A real-life kaleidoscope

The birds’ freedom helps me cope

Blue-gray-white, blue-gray-white

They grab a quick meal then take flight

I chuck a tennis ball and scatter more crumbs, leaving a trail

I walk ahead

I haven’t seen my pup in a minute

My eyes search the surf, the dunes

The seagulls are all gone too

My heart hammers, I feel marooned

I trek backward to the entry trail

Following where it led

Without fail

There is Billy eating the seagull’s bread

I chuckle

He looks like a contented fairy as he looks to me

It seems we both got our therapy