Was close to midnight when I stepped out of my cabin, I was in the mood for a walk and the beach air draws you out.
The Day had been overcast and the Clouds had now dissipated revealing so many stars, the sliver of the moon was hard to find.
I walked across the street towards the beach, my shadow from porch lights and window light shortened and disappeared as I reached the sand, dry sand is soft and firms up as you get closer to the waves, who were muffled and sounded deep.
I walked into the Pacific mist and kept walking towards those muffled waves and their slow rhythm, it was farther to the waves than earlier in the day, had to be Low tide.
I made the goal of walking to the edge of the waves; I like to touch bodies of water I visit.
I looked behind me, back to the cabins that are rented out, no more porch lights or lights from windows, just blackness and mist, I closed my eyes and because it was so dark, there was no change in light, the waves felt louder now and completed their rumble with a fizz. I opened my eyes and was engulfed by the mist completely, there were no more stars, just the waves speaking over my breath. I walked farther and came to the edge of the water. I was farther away from anything than I had before.
I knelt and put my hand down. The wave came to my fingers, it was cold and soft almost like the mist around me. I inhaled, I wanted to inhale the sound of the waves, then closed my eyes and there was no change in darkness. My exhale was in treble, and the waves in bass.
I listed to my heart as it made its Duette with the waves.
I turned back to the cabin the waves behind me
I walked back in search of porch lights.