Beach Daydream

We got the sun climbing high. The sky, painted blue. A cooler full

of laughs and a blanket for two. Flip-flops tapping to the crash of

the waves. We're chasing the tides, just living these days.

Salt on our skin and the wind in our hair. No clocks around

and no need to care. Every laugh, every splash, it feels so

brand new. It's a beach daydream, just me and you.

Sandcastle towers, seashells in hand. Seagulls dance like they understand. Radio hums that

sweet summer tune under an umbrella shaped like the moon. Salt on our