Up and awaken by the birds, brightness shoots through an endless amount of window blockers.
To a crisp, to taste.
To all, or just some.
Invisible rays stream down and blanket the surface, only with intention to warm whats beneath.
Being uncomfortable later to only feel foolish for not being initially cautious.
Lobster colored now but eventually brown, what was the point of that expensive beach trip?
Time and stories are meant to be shared. Seconds to moments to hours, adventures slowly created.
Vicious mistakes and memories to make, all beneath the Sun.
Lake water glistens then splashes onto the shore. Little boys and little girls express screams of excitement for the air to grasp.
Muffler exhaust races out of standing, while families return to their home, drained and spent from the hot sand and humidity.
Early in the darkness, leaves begin to whisper, goosebumps appear along with the moon.
A light navy sky hugs distant, white faded fluff.
Twelve hours passed with a rest area in the end, only to turn over the sun and get burned again.
