Beach

I made a camping trip on my bicycle through Bretagne two years ago, and I fell in love with the landscape and the sea. I even swam in it, which in June is still a very interesting (freezing) experience. The French around me preferred the camping pool, in general…
I am planning a new trip to the area, to see what I forgot last time, and get back on a beach every night when my tent is up, to walk on it, with a full moon that is so bright you don’t need a torch. If mermaids exist, this is the place to meet one. I am certain of it!

Moonlight paints the beach silver

Almost mistaken for grey

I try to deny all the traces

Of people during the day

Thundering sea is now so quit

Lights that flash and sweep in the night

When the wind has fallen

And everything is quite alright

Scent of seaweed on the rocks

Feels like a mermaids sweet perfume

While the waves are crashin

Playing the never ending tune…

Daily prompt challenge
Scent