beating the sunrise
a walk along a beachfront
folded umbrellas


oo0oo


early august morn
cool sea breeze kissing her skin
warm thoughts in her mind

the sun barely up

not a soul wandering by
empty beach and me


oo0oo


early morning stroll
along a palm-lined seashore
four empty hammocks

salty breeze blowing
across a white beach resort

empty egg-shaped chairs

oo0oo


oozing with colors
empty chairs waiting for guests
morning at the beach