The Beach

The cold breeze tickled his ear, there was a storm at a distance, above the ocean. A lone ship sailed through the rains. A few drops hit peters face, telling him he was still there (His soul forgets that it's still caged). He smiled and looked back out at this magnificent creature of blue, raging waves. The tide rolled in and soaked peters sick feet, the cold was bitter at first, Peter squirmed. The tide slipped away, leaving Peter cold and lonely. A brother tide swept in, quick, painless. Peter's feet were warm again, the cold water was sweetened, he missed it! He stepped in deeper, his shins were getting wet. He walked along the shore and kicked water into the air. "Look ma' I'm a water bender!" He mocked himself for being so normal.. The moon began to show, the storm cloud passed, illuminating the water, shining breathlessly on the rough surface. He's seen this many, many times, countless in fact, but no matter the circumstances, Peter will always see it the same, it always amazed him, he gazed.. Another cloud came by, the silver desert turned to a graveyard. "Sometimes the biggest things, become the smallest ones.."