Sitting and watching the boats sail by brings me peace. Listening to the waves gently bounce off the shore, feeling the gentle spray touch my face and arms. I close my eyes and take myself far away to a beach of tri-colored sands and the warmth of the sun beaming down on the land and me.

I imagine a house behind me;  salmon and tan in color with a screened in porch that wraps around three quarters of it. The moon makes the house look peaceful and quiet as it shines it’s rays down as if it’s the only house on earth.

On my porch I sit and smell the fresh night air. I hear crickets chirping and the last of the birds calling on their way in. I can still see ships and boats making way through the waters and sending small gentle waves towards the beach. It’s just peace in my mind’s eye. I use my imagination to transport me many places. That’s my coping mechanism. I can be peaceful. I can be alone. I can write. I can concentrate. I can read. I can pray. I can love…

imagine