Photo by: Emily Lockatell
I imagine myself sitting in this chair rocking for hours as the sun moves down in the sky. These chairs remind me of my mother and the small things I remember. I remember how she loved to stand in the sand near the water as the waves crashed against her feet. She would stand there peacefully watching the clouds as her feet sank deeper and deeper into the earth. When I watch the clouds roll by and listen to the faint movement of water I feel like I am with my mother.