cari
She closed her eyes to the sweet sound of rolling thunder. The earth swelled like waves on the ocean, the heavy rain swaying to the deep pounding of a drum. To others, it was a storm. But to her, it was like an elixir of life.
The sails of the boat billowed in the breeze. The air was crisp, salty and fresh against her skin. It was a beautiful morning to be sailing.
I miss a lot of things, particularly friend's birthdays. I try to follow them on Facebook, but then I always forget to check the home page and don't get a chance to wish them a happy birthday, so they must think I'm pretty neglectful.