I danced on the beach

the sand beneath

providing a familiar warmth

a residing sign of the

sun’s presence

the wind held my hand

and flicked through my hair

like my parents looking

through a photo album

trying to reconcile faded

memories

in a still so colourful mind.

No one else stood by

Or sat for that matter

I knew I was dancing

simply by the rhythmic shuffling

of my feet.

A vast blue ocean

danced alongside me

its waves doing the

salsa

or was it the flamenco?

I could never tell the difference.

I was alone

yet equally accompanied

by the positive thoughts

that echoed throughout my body

I was home again.