The beach, the place I come to when I finish the day

The beach, the place I come to when I finish the solar day. Its the perfect place to relax after the pressure of working at a Caribbean bar. Everyday I come to the beach and sit around, it allows me to cool down off from work and think ab place how bad or smashing my day has been. The beach is always empty at this time and is absolutely located, right outside my house. Stretching a mile in every direction in that respect is plenty of room for people to go who loss to be alone, who want time to gather their thoughts and work out what has actually happened to day nd what hasnt. Its also the time when you usually realise you forgot to do something, thats basically why I come here. As I come across off down the beach I see the island as shadow approaches, in the distance the lights of sultryels come on, the occasional car lights, the boats in the give turn their lights on and the lone cruise ship plan of attack in lit up like a Christmas tree.The sunsets in the distance locom ote slowly behind the vast spread of water and already spunky in the sky the moon begins its over watch. The beach, now cast in a reddish old light begins to cool off from the hot day and the sea, sparkling in the fading light rolls quietly in. The address trees behind, mostly in shadows sway in the gentle breeze. The occasional tinkers damn flys in to roost and the night creatures come out. On the beach a small crab dashes from hole to hole in search of fodder and like an opaque blob a jellyfish patiently waits for the sea to return. By now the beach is quiet, only the relaxing sounds remain, the sea as it sloshes up the beach the breeze as it gently blows through the alms, the birds affair their night calls and the nocturnal animals announcing that they are awake.I touch sensation much much relaxed and cooled off now, it like someone has lifted all the weight of the old age work off my shoulders allowing me to slouch here and do nothing. I take off to play with the sand a s a sit and stare out to see, I feel the grains running though my fingers like dry water, the cold of the sand also helps to relax me. Also the cool breeze coming in from the sea seems to refresh me from the typical Caribbean heat.As I sort around and consider going in another crag sidesteps in mien of me, its legs sounding like small pebbles as the hit the sand, I grin as it randomly changes direction as though it were lost on to him is a vast desert like beach. Sitting here, alone makes me feel like nothing matters, that however bad things can get there is peace you just need to know where to find it and I have, here. Sighing I get up and plod back into my house, thinking of the horror awaiting me at the bar tomorrow.