Tenta-Talouse

 I close my eyes. Deep breath in. The light fades behind my eyelids. Deep breath out. Darkness invades the spaces behind my eyes. Calm, repetitive breathing ensues. My body goes limp, consciousness lost; Washed away in the high tide of my own imagination. I open my eyes to find myself looking up at a clear blue sky; The sun seemingly gone but its bright resonance remained. Water laps at my feet and the soft, comforting 'shh' of the water hitting the time-softened sand fills my ears. Salty, humid air breezes past me. Digging my hands into the wet sand, I stand myself up. I take in the view of the other-wordly blue tides coming up from the sun