early morning dawns first light, i'm wrapped in my trench coat and pan and i head to the beach, elements unleashed, clouds black and breaking open, the deluge penetrates everything, nothing is dry. inside sleepy homes dreams are snug, toast pops out from the toaster, steam flows across the tops of breakfast tables, and those fortunate enough to be in slumber are unaware that the ocean is angry, it's wild and furious and penetrating the land, thrashing as waves break, the foam flying up and the sound of its thunderous roar matches the sky. even the sand looks beaten and defeated, we race back for chai and warm socks. i practice my new song and then later fall asleep, i awake at 7pm, the rain still falls.