I sit on the balcony sipping on a cold coffee
staring at the birds soaring in the sky, and others
hovering around the serene sea.  I see the smiles
of various cheerful kids playing in the salty sand,
structuring different designs and embracing the
morning breeze encompassing their bodies.  There’s
a family of four strolling down the beach in their bathing
suits and bright shorts gazing at the beautiful scenery
surrounding their view, the escaping heat beaming down
on their tanned skin.  Further down the stark street, a young
chiseled cheek man came in sight jogging down the walkway
jubilantly blasting beats on his earphones, his eyes staring
straight ahead at the long distance in his path.  I look at the
moving traffic, the way the rising smoke from engines fume
the air, the way the loud horns echo in my ears, how the noisy
drivers crowd the scene like they are pressed for time.  The smell
of freshly cooked hamburgers and French fries drift into the direction of my nose, sweet and satisfying, the way I inhale it’s intoxicating aroma, letting it seep deep into the depths of my lungs, letting it remind me of the days when I was a child and my family would take me out to the beach, the way I’d jump up in the air in heavy excitement, my mind lost in the extravagant adventure awaiting me that day.