圈圈之地

A fresh breeze blows through my hair, here in front of the vastness of the ocean with its glittering surface and the seemingly endless horizon. I feel the sand between my toes and the occasional embrace of the cool water gently carried ashore with the waves. I wonder what has become of you, if you are well, and if you ever remember me. Another rush brings the next wave to the beach, and another memory that I let go.