My 40 Minutes at the Beach

It's afternoon; it's overcast.
Sitting up among the sand dunes.
Trying to be out of the wind.

Watching the waves.
Jade green turns into
Steel grey to the horizon.

Continuous.
Crashing.
Slightly hypnotic.

Calming.
Sort of.
A bold, headstrong, calmness.

Watching the boats.
Two of them.
One eventually disappears.

Watching the salt spray
Get carried by the wind
As the wave rolls.

Watching a jogger
Every so often
Run by to the beat of an iPod.

I huddle to my knees.
The wind spits sand at me.
My fringe flies crazily.

Thinking
About the mesmerising effect
Of the tide.

Intrigued
By its movement.
I have all the time in the world right now.

Goosebumps on my legs.
My shorts have sand in their creases.
My jacket hood blows off.

Almost magical.
The fact I'm kinda cold
Ruins it.

I almost like it better like this.
No sun, just clouds.
No blue, just grey.

No people.
Just the tourists:
Parents with overexcited kids.

Not quite happy.
Yet also not unhappy.
Satisfied. For now.

Look over to the neighbouring beach.
Just the same as mine.
Only higher buildings behind it.

Looking at the grass.
Being hammered by the wind.
The unrelenting wind.

Time goes strange.
Fast, slow, fast, then slow.
I'll go now.

Be gone an hour.
And my toes are getting cold.
Pale underneath the sunburn.

I'll visit again.
Tomorrow.
Love an overcast, windy beach.

Love from, Me.
xx

*Originally written 13th January 2010*