I never knew the ending of the ocean could be so peaceful.
It made the sunrise brighter while exiting the scenery.
My book unfolded itself as I paid more attention to the waves, but still kept it's weight in my hands as if to remind me not to go swimming.
I've always had a fondness for welcoming a new day, and I believe they start over...and over, and over again for the same reason.
I haven't found this reason, but I enjoy the chase of it.
I could put the book down and get my feet wet, but I like the sight of the sun and warmth of it beneath my toes.
It's the littlest of things.
I've decided to stay dry.
Until my book ends,
And I introduce myself to the edge of the ocean and beginning of the sun.