It Calls Me

Water destroys and revives. Waves shred ears like nails on a chalkboard, soothe troubled souls like a true apothecary.Water is a joyful friend. A ghost wearing rouge. A toxin, enrobed in gray.Ill-begotten saloons lurk near its edges while quaint riverwalks with ice cream parlors are much-adored sites. Heart-shaped shells fill up baskets amidst grassy trinkets, and the beauty of untouched sand need...