Wood creaks beneath the feet trying not to succumb to gravity’s fierce pull, Dark blues and greys fill the field of view almost like being under a woollen blanket. water beating, beating down all around as the waves crash against the planks, the throat cools as it inhales and exhales the stormy air, The gale makes the trees dance like that of a shadow in a candlelit room. although there is no lights from inside nor from the stars the clouds are still visible. The sky is marbled with lightning, The water reflects the tepid light through the ripples as it’s sloshed by the many forces of nature, The predictable sounds of the crashing rain and frequent thunder force a wave of serenity out of the abdomen. As time passes the cold wet wood begins to absorb the skins heat becoming one with the senses. The closed eyelid feels the same as an open one. The body disappears as the senses become isolated. Thoughtless and serene. Feeling of stillness sets in, contradicting logic’s beliefs. Time becomes irrelevant and irreverent to the space it encompasses, shifting forward the heel drops below cusp of the doc and submerge in the water. It’s comforting warmth pulls in to the ankle, The legs bobbing like a buoy with no input from the conscious, Again the saturated planks warm against the bare skin, The smell of rain dominates from all matter around creating a symphony of the nature that surrounds.