Heading for the sea Blue sky Mild spring temperature The dunes And the world is changing The sand is blown up Its chilly Cold On the beach I experience little visibility Really not a good time To go out there SUP boarding I prepare myself And head for the cold water The mist encapsulates me The more I am distant from the beach The more I feel one with the sea It is so quit over here I see nobody I hear nobody The world seems clear Organized Small Not much to do here No distraction No duties No social intercourse Just me And The waves The mist The water A lonesome gull I feel I would never be scared out there Far out there Shall I go? I feel at home Sheltered Safeguarded Then Another magnificent moment The mist solves In a circular manner I see the dunes Within this natural frame I see people Their dogs And more people The sun wins the coastal battle The mystic mist is gone I am exposed again Vulnerable Within some mom