Waves softly splash onto the shore.
Stepping into the sand,
it's cold.
Clouds cover the sky, cast over the horizon,
the Sun unallowed to shine its shimmering rays.
The cool water is calm, gray, and clouded.

For fear of the freezing depths,
you stay at bay in the sand.
However, they seem seldom to fear.
They, oh so perfect in every way,
splash in the water as if it were a warm summer day.

They pull you in, promising the cold water isn't so bad.

Discontent at the claim, you cower away.
Your capris, rolled up to your knees,
are soaked.

With them, though,
maybe the cold water wasn't too bad.
Deciding to brave the brisk waves,
you step back in.

Letting the waves wash over your feet,
the breeze softly blows by,
and the sun begins to shine through the clouds.

Maybe the wintry water really wasn't so bad.