They stand embrace in each other's arms.
The wave crashes with force against the pier.
The couple look on.

Three friends sit at a coffee table each trying trying to tell their stories.
Stories of love, fights, those whom have inspired them.

A man runs by, earphones in his ears, dodging the various walkers.
Laughter ripples through the air as the three friends find something entertaining.

A pregnant couple walk by wondering how much longer till they meet someone whom they have been growing fond of.
An older couple ride by on their bikes, probably reflecting how 20 years ago what the world was like.

A waiter deals with the various orders hoping at the end of the day to get a huge tip.
A homeless man approaches those walking by begging for food.
Who would have thought he would have ended up where he is?

The friends continue to chat boasting of their lives and accomplishments.
I am watching the lives of others and here I am... sitting alone at a table having tea.

I wonder what they think of me?
Shame poor girl has no friends for a Sunday afternoon.
Or how can she be so brave to come and have tea alone.
Or is she waiting for someone...oooh let's wait and see if someone arrives.

No one knows my life as I don't know theirs.
I don't know where they come from, whether they are here at the beach in despair.
Whether hope rings in their ears.
Or maybe someone confesses their love to one another.
Or a bright business idea is struck up.
Or someone has come down to the beach to remember a lost loved one.

We are all so different. Have different wants and needs.
Different reasons being down at the beach.
So how can I judge? How can I assume?
I have no idea why each person came down to the beach.
As for me...I came to get out the house!