Time always seems to be still in the dawn.

         I stand above the shore, waves dance in,

sometimes a waltz, sometimes a funky chicken.

Light ripples across the horizon, shades of summer

mixed with a winter storn, or blue skys, a sea mist.

My heart slows, my breath is singing goodmorning

to the new day.

The sun slides above the distant line between sea

and sky, spreading into my peripheral vision.

My soul replenished , my spirit high on nature.

I retrace my steeps to civilisation, my cups filled.