The Moon, Tree and Rock

It wouldn't be the truth to say, “he wakes from a simple night’s rest”, no, it is more accurate to say this; he stumbles awake to the sound of thunderous waves. Nobody is crossing paths outside the van's window for the night is not morning yet, and he needs to catch the pink morning. Waves crash on his left as he wanders up the beach. Here is a picture of the moon, a tree, a rock.