Description of the Book:
 
A tingling of the toes when dying waves touch them and recede and touch them again, the tender way in which soft sunshine crawls down the back at dusk, the elation at making a friend laugh raucously, the first shock of cold water hitting the skin, falling asleep faster when cushioned into someone's arm as a pillow.
An anthology of personal musings and private moments.
Perhaps not all poems are poetry, but all people are poets.