Up among the pine trees

Away from the noise, the crowd of the beach, beyond the sand dunes.

You're up so high you can see over the tops of trees and watch the waves crash.

The heat of summer warms your arms and face.

Flies circle your head and you can hear the cicadas and crickets screech.

All you can smell up here is pine and salt. 

The winds whisper past your ears and shake branches, reminding you of where you are.

You're not on the ground anymore.

You're reminded of who was here before you

The rough bark you're sitting on sways as they too, climb up. 

Why not sit up here and talk forever?