Waves rolling up a shore, over rocks.
I am lost in thought, overwhelmed by my life my head hurts I lay back and feel it coming. I begin to lose consciousness of my surroundings. The green algea on the rocks Is slippery though I have no fear of falling. I stoop over and snatch up a small stone. My hand reels back and the rock skips three times before it sinks to the bottom. I sit down. The cool ocean air gently pulls the few strands of hair from my face. The sea salt coats my lips. The temperature begins to drop . I pull my legs up against my body. I have no worries. The rocks are soft and they feel good against my thighs. I am finally at peace.