The sun shines red under the heavy lids,

The pages unfurl in the wind.

It blows salty gusts and ocean spray
Making it a lazy day.

The white sand and lonely seagulls make the light flicker

as they fly.

The wild current and washing waves lull me into a deep, deep sleep.

Reflections of the cliffs carved by the storms are painted onto the sky

A hint that the sun will break through and shine on me again.

I open my eyes only to see…

The nap I’ve taken spoke in dreams to me.