The Beach

The beach is clean and quiet. I sit and watch the surf. I lie down and read my book. I watch the clouds above me. There is quiet. It makes me sleepy and awake, all at once. I want to think beautiful and deep thoughts. How many people have wanted that? To use that loud crashing noise of the surf to find some great truth. I am hypnotized into thinking that I have something great to say, because everything seems important when I think it against a great canvas of noise and nothing. The air is balmy. I am lulled to sleep and my deep thoughts are buried in the sand.