I sit on the dune looking
out over the dark empty
beach.

It is as if this is a separate
world from the one I know,
a place filled with only the
sand, the sea and the sky. 

The moon reflects off the
foamy tips of the waves
as they make their lonely
sojourn to the shore
The jetties stand with open
arms, welcoming the incoming
tide.

The seagulls and sandpipers
have all gone for the night. 
The beach is still but for the
rhythmic roar of the breaking
waves, and the soft swish that
follows as they make their final
push to the beach.

The wind is light, barely moving
the soft clouds, drifting in waves
before the blinking moon.  A
breeze just enough to make me
shiver and pull my jacket tighter
around myself.

Sitting with my back to the
neglected fencing, surrounded
only by the dark shadows of dune
and grass, I bury my bare feet
deeper into the soft white sand,
turned grey by the darkness.

My eyes are drawn to soft hues
of pink and muted yellow,
flashing softly on the horizon. 
There is a storm out at sea.
A storm of color with no sound.

Here is my place, my time.
A stillness and peace fills me,
as if the very world is holding
its breath.

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