Some days are made for seriousness and plans,
for calendars that march like little drums,
but Shore days laugh and slip through all your hands
and tell your busy brain: “Baby… here comes.”
So kick your shoes off, let the minutes spill,
go chase a gull, go draw a face in sand,
go spin in circles just because you will,
go build a castle no one understands.
Go name the waves like they’re a rowdy band,
go talk to shells like they can talk you back,
go do the thing that wasn’t in your plan,
go lose your keys… then laugh along the track.
Because the soul gets heavy when it’s tight…
goofing off keeps you dancing in the light. 😄🌊✨