The sea stretches out before you to an unbroken horizon.
The sun is out, but you sit in the shade of the umbrella. It’s midday, too hot to sit outside without sitting under a cover. The shade is just right – warm enough to relax your muscles but not intense you can feel your skin burn.
You can hear the sea lapping at your feet, about five feet down from the edge of the pontoon. The small scuttle of a crab’s legs against the wood catches your attention for a moment, but the crab disappears before you can see it.
You drink in the view, the sounds, the smells. Trying to lock in this memory as a place of peace, so when you return home, back to normality, you can take yourself back here in your mind.
Alex.J.Cobalt 