The air above is misty,
Sweet, warm, and salty
Gritty–naturally salty,
Burning my nose.
It looks so soothing,
Calm, and moving
An aurora on land
That sways and feels,
Ebs and flows
Gently crashes and cracks
Sprays and fizzes,
Sizzles
Tiny bubbles that stick to my skin,
They pop
Like blue pop rocks
That make me pucker
And almost hurts when they crack,
But leaves me soothed,
Unbroken.
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