I got in my car, started it up, and drove.
Excited to be heading towards my favourite cove.
Beside me on the passenger seat, my trusty backpack .
Stuffed with shades, a towel and tasty protein snack.
Ten minutes later, I arrive and search for my favourite spot.
A shiny, smooth, flat black rock.
I sit and spread a towel, claiming my seat.
Then sit forward and stare out to sea as I dangle my feet.
It is early,the tide is on its way out as the spray hits my toes.
It is cooling, light and foamy as it ebbs and flows.
With no one else around, my thoughts drift away.
The beach’s tune begins to change, as the silence of the morning starts to give way.
I take my journal and pen out of my bag and begin to write,
I write of the sun and sky, of the heat and light.
Of dogs barking, enjoying the sun.
Children playing having fun.
Parents talking, finding some peace.
Watching the waves and their children’s release.
It has been a glorious day, and I am last one standing, as I pack away.
I have stayed long to see the sun drop below the horizon, the end of a day.
The beach’s tune has changed again, now it is slow and a lonely beat.
As it says goodbye to the light and the heat.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 8:11 AM UTC
I got in my car, started it up, and drove.
Excited to be heading towards my favourite cove.
Beside me on the passenger seat, my trusty backpack .
Stuffed with shades, a towel and tasty protein snack.
Ten minutes later, I arrive and search for my favourite spot.
A shiny, smooth, flat black rock.
I sit and spread a towel, claiming my seat.
Then sit forward and stare out to sea as I dangle my feet.
It is early,the tide is on its way out as the spray hits my toes.
It is cooling, light and foamy as it ebbs and flows.
With no one else around, my thoughts drift away.
The beach’s tune begins to change, as the silence of the morning starts to give way.
I take my journal and pen out of my bag and begin to write,
I write of the sun and sky, of the heat and light.
Of dogs barking, enjoying the sun.
Children playing having fun.
Parents talking, finding some peace.
Watching the waves and their children’s release.
It has been a glorious day, and I am last one standing, as I pack away.
I have stayed long to see the sun drop below the horizon, the end of a day.
The beach’s tune has changed again, now it is slow and a lonely beat.
As it says goodbye to the light and the heat.
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