Sea fills the air.
Salt and sand,
Blue and grey and white,
Silver pearls,
Waves and whirls.
And I am full of sea breezes.
I wrote this poem dreaming of Prince Edward Island.
My father actually first said the phrase “full of sea breezes” to me, but I quickly adopted it as my own and it’s been rattling around in my brain waiting to be used.
Jenna Goldsmith 