With the sun coyly covered by the clouds, I sit facing an amazing sight.

Colourful sails dot the green calming waves, crashing onto the shore relentlessly, unceasingly.

A good time for reflection, as one comes to the 1/3 life moment.

I didnt need the rain to cover (thank God there was no rain), I had my trusty pair.

Sand - Abraham's symbolic promise.

This place is bird-free, except those with engines.

What happened to the substance? Smaller than a 'full-stop' now. I think. In a phase of restoring. All that was lost, including the substance.

Where's the breeze? Perhaps night time is a better time to come.

Let the weak say I am strong.

And so I say, "I AM STRONG".