The Pyle Inside

The salty breeze ruffles my hair, and the misty spray peppers my face. Listening to that ocean song. The splashing waves shield the wonders below. They all love that ocean song. It feeds their souls and protects them from the world above. Some may not appreciate the gentle rhythm of the waves and the melodious swaying of the depths below. But I’ll always love that ocean song. The one that ruffles my hair and mists my face.