at times like this

it's a bleak morning,
only a thin layer of frost
to conceal the inevitable disappointments
that are sure to ensue.
but it will suffice for now.
in an ideal world, i'd turn away from it all,
and go to the seaside.
that peaceful haven of calm
that's always there, never failing.
to stand on the damp sand, and just watch,
watch the grey-green surf crashing,
the clockwork tide rocking back and forth,
back and forth, like a soothing lullaby.
consistent, reassurring. in a world that is ruled by change,
it represents the promise of summer, and better days.

"i fell in love on the seaside..."