The Waves of the past.

I lay upon the beach, feeling the fresh rush of the salty waves lapping lightly at my feet.

I keep my eyes closed, and think about my past, and what it has been like.

Suddenly, the thought hits me like a thunderbolt.

I still have a lot of my life left to live.

The sun is setting now, and I continue to let the calm waves engulf my feet.

The salty air blows through my hair, and somehow, gives me a sense.of comfort.

I watch the Krabby's, scuttle along the wet sand, burying holes where they're tiny little feet step.

I hear the seagulls, cawing noisily, yet, soothingly.

A soft breeze blows, ruffling my hair.

I stand up silently, and smoothly stride back up to my beach house, my home, my comfort, my life.

The sun sets as I open my door. I walk in, and silently shut it.

I lay down in my warm bed, and let the sounds of the waves, lull me to sleep, like a silent, lullaby.