Yesterday your tiny blue wavelets winked back at the early morning sun And as they ran playfully up the beach I felt refreshed by your soft body enfolding mine.
Today though your long wrinkles of greeny blue make a sulky sound. A humph followed by a drawn out hissy sigh as you slowly travel up the beach flecked with spittle foam.
I lie here enervated by the overcast hot humid day and feel mildly irritated by this mood I hear. But I really do not care a jot if you are going to be like that. So there.