I open my eyes,
                                                       the single ray of sunlight shining
                                through the gap in the curtain greets me.                                                           
     I can hear the birds,
                                                   Mostly the squawking of seagulls and crows.
                                         I feel the ice cold boards beneath my feet.
         I lift my arms up to the sky,
                                                      tighten my muscles,
                                                    then release all that tension.
        The creak and slam of the front door.
                  I feel the sand between my bare toes.
                                                             Then the chill of the water.
                                     I look out at the spectrum of warm colors,
         On the horizon line.
                         As wind flows through my hair.
                                                        I can hear the sound of waves splashing on the beach
                                 I see silhouettes of row boats in the distance.
                                                    It’s a loud type of quiet.