I have a happy place in my mind

An empty beach, windswept,

Shimmering white sands,

Watching the tide sweep in,

Waves coming in, receding…

Coming in, receding…

Coming in, receding…

The roar of the sea, the sound receding with the waves…

It’s funny how often I visit my happy place

When life throws a googly or two up at my face

But, yes, my happy place waits for me

I can still hear the waves and the breeze.