
The beach is her haven. Laying stretched out on her back, grains of sand massage her back as the heat of the sun penetrates her. She feels a pleasantly mild burning sensation on the delicate skin of her forearm as it rests lazily across her eyes, shielding them from the glare. A smile plays at the corners of her lips as she listens to the sounds of the waves crashing, teasing her gently with their promise of cool relief.
She stretches out, toes pointing to the ocean, arms above her head. Rising to her feet, she starts to run toward the water, a delighted laugh spilling forth as the water swirls around her feet. She waits, poised to dive into the next wave and when it comes she lets it embrace her, diving recklessly home.
*~*~*~*~*

She's in the forest beneath a canopy of vibrant green. Cool, crisp leaves brush against her thighs as her bare feet move slowly along the narrow path. She smiles softly as the fresh air caresses her skin. As she draws closer, she can hear the sound of water beyond the birdsong and it's not long before she catches tantalising glimpses of the cave.
Soon she reaches her special place; a dark cavern where water cascades from an opening in the back of the waterfall. Although no sun visits here, the water gives up a welcoming light of it's own as she raises her arms above her head and dives. For a moment she is suspended in space before the cool, crystal water brings her home.
*~*~*~*~*~*
*photographs sourced from google images. The waterfall is a place here in Australia called Natural Arch. I spent more of my time here than in school during my teen years.


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thank you
This is a smokin' piece you wrote.
SMOKIN'!
Thanks for a poem I dare not jabber comment about. ref:`pain's release. There is a Welsh song. The women sings:`Where You o I will follow. I will find You if it takes one thousand years. She is at the H2O, water edge.
I once wrote on a pickup.
The truck was dented bad.
One day a few of us goofs?
Friends began writing with black magic markers on the pickup truck's tailgate, and above the back window brief 'sayings' ...
- Whoever led me here? Please lead me home!
- No money, common sense, no breaks on truck!
There were more bumper sticker cliches. Wreck!
This is how that truck conked . A 18 wheeler hit it!
Honest.
I was hit in the behind on the Potomac River bridge.
Th 18- wheeler was hauling Coors beer on I- 81 South.
My head bobbed back and forth and broke the window.
I was hauled to the emergency room. The trucker dozed.
This living on the Earth has been a trip. One day ~ a home.
Home.
This is home.
Where we are.
Natalie.
Not Pedantic.
Ya sheer joys.
Need a ride in a pickup truck? I promise to speed up and haul hay. Maybe I'll go 2- miles per hour? I promise to behave and stay alive, and practice kind compassionate? I promised to be somewhere @ 8!
Mission, I didn't think anyone would have heard of Natural Arch, but it makes me feel good that you have.
Thank you, Mr Bobbot.
Michael, they were fun days. If I could go back, I'd spend a little more time at school though. Maybe...
Cartouche, that means a lot. Thank you. I was challenging myself to be a little more descriptive with my writing.
Arthur, I'd love to go for a drive in your pick-up.
Janie if you're every down this way, I'll take you for a swim at the cave.
Super-mega-ultra rated!
Kisses,
Marcela
Thanks, for the photos AND the prose. They go together like lover's hands.
Rated.
Nice stuff. You have a lot of range. girl.
I wish I could have been there. As a teenager, there was this little forested area I walked trails in, but I don't think it can compare to this. You have a unique talent for making the environment you write about seem to come to life.
The words, beyond beautiful.
Rated.
(Slightly delayed, sorry!!! But here's T(ink)P(ick) to make up for it!!! ;) )
I loved this.