the trip

i stand with my walker
my toes sink into soft sand
feel the water lap at my feet
sandcastles slowly wash away
as the sky turns the colors of the rainbow
and the sun sinks lower
peaceful just the sound of the water 
constant and comforting

i stare at the expanse of water stretching out before me
seems endless
but i know it leads somewhere
if i were to travel on a boat in a bottle
where would i go?
drifted along by the steady current
eventually deposited somewhere new
it would be a vacation
no, more like
an adventure