Breathe

Breathtaking Majesty

Sunrise tinged clouds over a roaring blue ocean. Low tide reveals ocean treasures of sand dollars and seashells. Stones and wood smoothed over ages and tumbled onshore for the first time to be discovered by an early morning stroll. Voices of a thousand seagulls rise from the choir stand that is Haystack Rock. Breathe breathe breathe. Listen to God breathe in the roar of the tide. Breathe in deep the spirit of Cannon Beach.

Author: belindabotzong

I am a writer of historical fiction currently working on a novel based in Washington State from the years of 1900-1945. I love to write poetry and prose inspired by Creation, as well as share in life's journey through grief, mental illness, and travel. I am very blessed to be able to pursue my passion of writing, creating, and sharing my thoughts here. View all posts by belindabotzong