My senses calling

I can feel the crisp and warm air as it tingles my face. Hear the perfect sound of the ocean waves crashing by the sea-side. Taste the sea as it coats my lips and shake the hot grains of sand off in-between my toes. As the wind blows gently through my hair I barely catch a glimpse of you standing there. As the sun beats down and the day goes by. I catch a glimpse of my senses calling.