Morning
He stands in the wet sea-darkened sand
The waves lick his feet as the surf's froth salts them
The sun is above the eastern horizon lighting is pathway to itself
The reflection is bounced by the breeze
There are a few early morning bathers
But the beach is uncommonly empty for early August
And it is mostly quiet except for the laughing gulls
His thoughts are warm with the joy of the morning and the way
The sea birds in the air bob up and down in the wind
And the others dart in and out of the waves on the beach
A larger wave washes at his heels and they sink and momentarily
His looses some balance, but not enough to knock him down
Regaining his footing he smiles and takes drink from his mug
As he feels the warmth of the sun on his face and limbs
Soon it will be hot, but not yet
Soon he will be gone, but not yet
It is time to return to the house and fix the family breakfast
And watch sleepy dull eyes regain their sparkle ready for another day
"Life is good today"