Evening by the bay ...

I lay there – unmoved and docile,

feeling the sand beneath my feet,

being washed away every while.

The sun decides to call it a day,

horizon turns into a messy color pallet ,

from blues to reds and then grey.

The Cimmerian shade takes over,

waves sense their moment of freedom,

and become raucous and louder .

This show full of plentitude and exuberance,

is an everyday spectacle at the bay.

How can it give me so much peace?

I wonder as I walk back on my way …