By Alexa Mckay

The sunrise absorbs through my heavy lids, permeating its way into my sleepy soul. Sweltering air envelops my peaceful body, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth. I walk along the shore alone, not happy, nor sad just deregistered from the busy human world. As I peer out to the distance the white sea-mist sits gracefully over the ocean. Stretching its way up into the serene clouds disguising the vivid line between sky and sea. I brush past the Toitoi, a moist coating of water hangs venturing down the rigid stem. It stands limp but shows no signs of weariness from the weighted drops driving it down to the sandy earth beneath. Surrounding sand dunes lie under a thick coating of morning dew enveloped temporarily from the sun. A damp blanket cast by the cold night sheaths the beach. It clasps at my feet while I feel the grains flooding between my naked toes. The pulsing heart of a gentle swell causes waves to cascade onto the shore, salty crystals drift on the breeze towards me, stopped by the board under my arm. The sonance of the oceans opera crashes on the shoreline forcing my attention to the ceaselessly setting swell. Contorting my arm searches behind for the existence of a dangling lanyard. My fingers tug it closing and containing the warmth. Squeezed-in limbs suffocate as the black material perfectly sticks to me like a hand in a glove. Commanded by the sea I step forth into the mouth of the incoming waves, becoming swallowed and engulfed by the infinite ocean. No Trace…

Above me lies the uninvited tumultuous sky, scaring the community, restricting them to the dull inside world of the never ending card games. A cup of hot cocoa sits in my hands comforting me from the lonely upset world, while weeping tears of lonely clouds rush down the window panes. Lonely dune plants drift gracefully along the beach, with rhythm and movement they slowly disappear like a dancer leaving the stage. Neighbouring trees stand naked as their comforting leaves are stripped from their arms leaving them companionless. A cold gust discomforts them making them sway to the movements of the wind, leaving them with a sickening pain. The boredom of the day floods my agitated body recklessly leading me outside into the drowning world. My flushed fingers clasp the handle and push the enclosed door of isolation open, exposing a completely new environment. Drop after drop the rain trickles down my face, running off my body, leaving behind a bitter trace of existence. The recurring memory of warmth recaptures in my mind wanting to send me back to the summer. A time where the sun blazed so bright it was like Titan’s- fiery wheel in the sky, a time when everybody could enjoy the weather’s jubilant mood. But for now, I walk along this beach finding joy in the weathers opposite mood, unrevealing adventurous the weeping tears bring. Trying to reach a place of happiness in all the beaches flaws on this wet day.