The Ocean's Call

I sit here baking in the sun,
the warm glow of heat darkening my skin,
smelling the salty sea spray,
until I cannot resist its siren call.
Sliping down the sandy slope that leads from the hotel to the water,
trying not to let my feet stray too far ahead of me,
hopping through the obstacle course of sharp shells and rough coral,
until I finally reach the crashing waves,
and immerse myself in its cool, weightless embrace.