I rise before the sun, leaving the dark rain cloud, my gumboots and forestranger hut behind me.

The wheels roll through miles, until l reach the ocean, the beat of wave upon shore, a pile of periwinkle glitter like gold in the light from the rising sun, l search for the elusive seahorse alas it is not to be, like looking for a needle in a haystack. The horizon stretches flat except for one lonely distant skyscraper.

I walk towards town my favourite storefront coming into veiw, l take a seat wànd my love is waiting to spread golden honey on my sourdough.