Waves touched the sand

So gently

So lovingly as to be a caress

The sea is only ripples

Devoid of mood

Without energy

Desiring no attention

No statement to make.

And a warm breeze whispers

I love breezes

The punctuation on too hot days

The solace of the exerted body.

The mood is good

There are no demands

No inconsistencies

No abbreviations in the calm

And I wonder

Does this day need to end?

Can life just remain perfect?