The sun rose on another misty summer morning.
The dawn was beginning.
The lady laid in her bed.
She breathed in deep, hoping for his smell.
The cool mist blew across her cheeks.
She made herself still and listened for his home coming song.
The clever wind made other sounds, hiding his song
as if it was not there.
She rose from her bed and looked out onto the ocean.
The clouds danced on the horizon like many vessels approaching.
One was distinctive from the others.
She ran down to the beach.
The gulls screeched. The wind and waves made even more distractions.
Though, beyond it all she could hear her lover singing...