Stolen Away on 33rd and 5th

The most beautiful place that comes to mind is warm with a soft wind that blows lightly across one’s face. It is painted with the turquoise of a glassy ocean, the white of sand, the blue of an unveiled sky, and the green of immense branches from palm trees that proudly stand tall by the shore. A blinding sphere of light gloriously radiates down on the water that leaves a reflection of a million sparkling diamonds covering the land. The countless sands carpet the shore and extend for miles to the horizon. White caps of the water rise and fall on the exposed shore to die again leaving their foamy memory. The tide washes ashore kelp and dead jellyfish as crabs scuttle across their barren desert of sand snapping their claws as they go. The vibrant ocean swims with life of all sizes. Schools of colorful fish move to the flow of the deep blue. Hunters of the sea prey on the weak and the small, maintaining the balance. Seaweed dances to the rhythm of the current. Unimaginable and mysterious creatures dwell in the unseen. On the shore, lovers sprawl and converse surrounded by the warmth of the sand and the sun on their bare skin. The intoxication of the sweet air fills their lungs as they savor the taste of the sea on their tongues. The fragrant aroma in the air brings freedom from cares. Laughing, smiling, running, loving. Nothing matters but the importance of each other.