A perfect day on the Pacific

Some days the sun, the sea and the waves call you.

You stand across the street

You look at the possibilities

Then, you see

another soul like you

walking back from the dunes

the scruffy terrain

returning from the beach

Across that  sand, that rivulet,

an ocean of waves

just right

just frothing

calling your name

You will have to traverse this path, driftwood and broken shells and hidden dangers.  Your eyes will keep looking out to the waves, the surfers barely visible, the sand warm and inviting.  Paradise is awaiting.  Go on, cross the street, carry your board. Go on, enjoy your last summer day.