There seems to be a silence in the air,
as thick as smoke and just as oppressive.
Somehow, I am comforted.
The sand looks so enticing from here and so does
the water that laps softly on the shore.
They say the water is bad for you.
The sun caresses my pale skin
as if to try and coax me out of this
mood I am in - nothing ever could.
Endless balconies and no one to enjoy the view.
One soliarty soul, breathing the air -
and it's me.
The sky is still cloudy from a recent rain
and the distance is still shaded by the haze
but the golden sunlight is beginning
to play on the crisp, sparkling waves
and dapple the sand, making it glow.
Feeling a touch of loneliness, I lean over
the white aluminium railing and smile -
there's the old familiar tingle in my feet.
I think, if only I could freeze
this moment in time,
and, as if on cue, a door opens and voices
break the stillness and startle me.
Below me, a family arranges themselves around
the pool and assume the sunbathing position.
The magic spell has been broken
and all is as it should be.