Smoothing Out the Edges

 

I don't usually do photography posts, but this one couldn't be missed...

At the most beautiful beach I have ever seen,
the morning fog still hadn't cleared.
She walked along the small creek that had cut itself into the sand,
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
With her foot, she pushed down the sand on the bank,
and so I asked, "Why?"
Knowingly, she looked into my eyes and said,
"I'm smoothing out the rough edges."