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.