The sun crisping my skin.
Waves birthed on the bay, foaming at conception, breaking amongst themselves.
Washing silt onto shore.
The smell of damp earth and marine greens.
Sand ants march over my toes; every now and then
One nips audaciously at my skin.
(If this is the price of peace; I do not mind).
You lay beside me.
Comforting in your proximity.
I am safe.
I am loved.