The smell of new books.ahh I love :D OHHH, and old books. I feel like I am breathing in a different time period, and I am transported to a magical place, to where pen and ink were things of power, and thinking of how they still are today.
Setting sun, quiet almost deserted beach and me. I'm dazzled by the vision. Almost overcome from the sound of the breaking waves. I can fell the salt spray, taste the salt on my lips, feel the ocean being absorbed through my every breath…….