Step out of your shoes and onto the sand, bathed by the wash of the sea. Silver sand clings, giving you wings, making you run, feel free.

Surf has danced around the clam and left a hollow there. Bits of shell and grains of black, the sea will soon take back.

There is no need to hurry, there is no need to race. Tiny snail wanders, sets his own pace.

These beach roses bloom abundantly along the shores of The Kennebunks, untended by human hands. Come, stand among the roses, breathe deeply.

Build a castle, fill the moat. Jump the waves, stroll on the sand. Reconnect.

The Kennebunks- an area rich in seafaring history. Take a step back in time. Come, stand among the roses, gaze upon the sea.