Cuaig beach

Rounded boulders so huge

I leap as a miniature me.

Nimble and quick.

Fuelled by the warm sun above.

An outgoing tide discards

it’s harsh edge

and reveals wrinkled sand,

muted and soft underfoot.

The waves call me in.

Sirens beckon me down the bay

and the freezing water

dances down my back.

Delicious waves break

over delighted me.

I race back, shivering now,

for hot coffee.