
Sun beaming through the clouds,
Cold wind cutting sharp as ice,
No sounds to be heard but the crashing of the waves,
Solitude and peace.
A far cry from the chaotic Summer,
The placid Autumn gives new life to weary souls,
Tired from the grind, yearning for escape.
Granted only by the birds and the sea,
In those moments, we are truly free.
-JDV