To the Waves

I love the rain. With the fine mist like a curtain of jewels, the night sky glittered. I could sleep all day long when the storm clouds hide the sun.

In the cold, I become lethargic, stoic almost, as I lay in supine covered with a thick blanket.

However, my dream disagrees with me today.

I find myself inside an old cottage with a shabbiness that is comforting. The scent and feel is like being enveloped in a mother’s bosom swelling with love.

Looking out the window, the sea is beckoning me. Enthralled at its aquamarine hue, I went out the door and ran barefoot towards the shore.

I let the warm and silken water romance me until the heat of the sun is no longer friendly on my skin.

Back at the cottage, I had a quick shower, excited at the thought of going to the marina for some seafood.

I sat by the window and let the wind blow dry my hair as I am indulging in a breakfast of brewed coffee and wheat toast smothered with orange marmalade and cream cheese spread.

But the sky turned gray and the cold breeze carried me out of the cottage to be swallowed by the thick fog. 

Waking up dazed; my arms are still flailing trying to get out of the dark abyss.

I got up slowly and opened the fridge. Had nothing but cold milk to calm my rumbling stomach.

Sighing,I sat by the kitchen table and boot up my notebook to search for beach destinations.

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