i want to live by the sea......

the wind finds it's way to the corner of the winter cove,

little swallows quietly sleeping in a lovely tree......

i walk past a fallen house.....it's driftwood walls echo of laughter and stories and long, wondering gazes as children run along the shore.

where did the sun go? waiting for a brighter day, we see a ship in the horizon and talk about long journeys and sleeping dreams.

what will the snow bring this winter? a stark and cold day, we long for the sun of summer again.

summer is as if the world is turned upside down and all the frozen memories fall into the sea.