Slapping waves, shlurping sea – slamming caffeine.
Lopping swimmers in swelling sea.
Hopping yogis in silhouette.
Lapping waves, sipping thoughts, sifting coffee.
Floating torsos, bobbing limbs – echoes of whispers
Slap, lap, slap, lap…
Veiled sun and gossamer air.
Soft, soft, slap.
War ships on the horizon, all pointing in the same direction as the shower rains down to my right.
All anticipation on the raked, smooth sand.