Footsteps in the sand

We live our lives ignorant to the fact that we leave behind an impression If someone followed in your footsteps, where would you lead them? (Follow me to my happy place) *BRB*

It smells of salt and happiness

beach

salty  winds  blow  my  hair  back  forcefully like the ocean is pressing itself against me the scent of it all fills me completely while the riptide pulls on me it tugs on my clothing pulling me under allowing waves to surround me gasping I return to the surface the ocean has released me I wait...