“Peekaboo, I see a sea view, from my hideout at the beach, perfection at reach” Gun Roswell 

A beach view hidden 

The most perfect place on the face of the earth was the only one searched for so long and hard, as the seeker smart relentlessly kept on going even of for a long time there was nothing worth showing. Until finally, one day, almost by accident stumbling upon the most magnificent display. That of a hidden beach, so totally secret and absolutely neat, the searcher most certain nothing in front of them visible now, could ever that defeat. 

Carefully approaching the scene, as if in fear it would soon disappear. But that fear was unwarranted as the vision in front soon turned out to be even more than something used to spark ones imagination. Closing in on the long sought treasure both of the mind and heart, knowing the seeker needed to act smart. As disturbing the perfection and alerting others to this secret attraction was not intended and so, moving forward with caution was the only option.

Reaching the final barrier, and peeking behind the trees hiding the view for anyone to see. A moment spent in simply admiration and awe, still not sure what they saw, was real. But then courage kicking in and the final steps were taken. Landing on the untouched and sacred beach, was the end of the seekers trip and now settling there for a moment, enjoy the silence of the waves, then to a memory it all to save, before going back from once they came, life never going to be the same after having experienced, perfection.