2011 - Day 107

The sound of silence
The waves roll in
The sun beams down
Repeats again.
Feel vibrations
Jump through my hands
The rumbling earth
It shatters the sand.
The fog rolls quickly
They all point and stare
A large liquid wall
Can be seen over there.
It's shadow is massive
It blocks out the sun
By now it's too late
There's nowhere to run.
Instead-
I sit on my towel with my glasses still on
A beer in my hand and I think of a song
I hum to myself while I wait for the end
I won't cross the street until you hold my hand.