i can see through the gray of seagulls, the kelp and firmament, crash of the tide on rocks erupting along the shore. i dreamt of my hands cooled digging into hot sand. i saw crystal blue and sparkle throughout the horizon and nimble bodies much younger than mine lazy and about on stitched cotton, baked by the sun. the sounds of the city were part of some other foreign land, years ahead or behind me, it no longer mattered. i closed my eyes and finally slept it all away.