apart from screeching seagulls
mixing with the muted roar,
sunrise producing a road of fire
in the ocean, dull skies of yesterday
have now drifted away as if a ghost
as I admire the beauty of the coast.
It's fine to be alive on such a day
inhaling the salty air
and strolling down the untroubled causeway
hours before the tourists arrive.
This is my favourite time, the silent hours
throwing a pebble into the calm sea,
the sound of the waves and tranquillity.