Saturday, June 26, 2010

the trail


The trail to the beach is the dreamiest place of all. If only there was anything like this in my 'real world'. The horizon is infinite, the landscape changes from desert to forest, sometimes it has water, sometimes it's dry, there are crabs in the mud and birds fishing. But the best of all is the smell of the dunes that fills the air, the combination of those special plants with the sea breeze. Please someone put that in a bottle.

4 comments:

Vesper de Vil said...

I think I can almost smell it...

Miss Alister said...

The trail, it is gorgeous, no question. But good lord so is Ronaldo and Portugal’s 2010 World Cup standing! You’ve got to be holding your breath for a likely Brazil encounter [“Jaws” soundtrack plays], eh? Well, happy belated b-day to LISTP and good, healing vibes to you, my dear : )

murat11 said...

I'm driftin', I driftin', I'm driftin' . . .

Devil Mood said...

Vesper: oh good!

Miss Alister: Oh, you remembered my blog's birthday while I completely forgot about it. You are too good. Oh yes, we were doing good in the World Cup but it's Spain next, which might mean goodbye. :(

Murat: That's a good state of being, definitely!