Cottesloe Beach.
The shade of Araucarias.
The warm sunshine soaks in.
Salt on skin crackles from a swim.
Hot towel dusted with sand.
The blue green Indian sparkles.
Volleyballers distract.
For a moment.
There’s a light breeze in my ears.
Waves lapping.
The deep blue sky.
Eyes close.
Anxiety empties away.
Travels With My Ant 
Goodness me the bathers screech,
How we love dear Cottesloe Beach.
As you can see, I can embrace the rhyming couplet, as you embrace blank verse 😍 methinks the mantle of Poet Laureate is far from my grasp 😜
So glad you’re enjoying your time sur la plage in my home State.
LikeLike