A Day at the Cottage

Awakened by hushed voices and the clinkering of breakfast plates downstairs.
Chilled by the crisp, salty air.
Stepping gingerly onto the worn wooden floors,
Cautious not to disrupt the silence.
Blinded by the sun as you emerge from the cottage,
Your feet burning as you scamper across the scorching sand.
Plunging into the ice cold water with an enormous splash.
Lying on your back,
Floating with the waves,
Drifting with the swift current.
Sitting on the sun warmed rocks,
Listening to the cries of the seagulls hovering overhead.
Watching the airplanes descend toward the land across the ocean.
Music playing softly,
Hotdogs and hamburgers sizzling on the grill,
Laughter from family and friends.
A nighttime stroll on the beach,
Boats zooming across the glass-like sea.
An explosion of fireworks across the starry sky.
Falling asleep
Listening to the waves crashing onto the shore.
by Trish F.

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