Wait

I could hear the waves crashing beneath me. I could feel the power of each wave. My sight was limited to dimly lit street corners and the starlight from above.

The walk was a quite one this night. The stuffed up studio was beginning to feel stale. I needed air. My usual path was calling.

Further ahead was a bench slightly damp from the ocean mist but glistened from a lone streetlight which seemed to hover high above. It faced the endless waters just meters from the edge.

Sitting, I looked out into the endless black pulling thoughts from the waves as they crashed. The darkness was blinding. My vision was useless here. I listened more to the rant of the waters below.

I froze as time continued its relentless journey through the night and into twilight. It was then I took a deep breath as I felt the first ray of morning sun warm the back of my shoulders.