personage

murmur

The sun woke him up as it ususually did, before the bleating sheep sound of his alarm.
He rolled out of bed and considered his options. he could only come up with teo. Keep on doing the same thing, tracing each day on the face of beore, or he could end it, now.
The sun had risen and with it a strong breeze from the Atlantic reclaiming the coast with all the time in the world. On the breeze came the murmur of the snad in the incoming tide m,ixed with the briken gul picked shells and bits of galss worn smooth by the waves.
He dressed quickly in faded, torn jeans and a t-shirt, he went without the shoes, they would not be needed.
On his shoulders he placed an ancient leather back-pack, wrinkled and worn and filled with bricks.
The murmuir of the sea was loud today, louder than he had ever heard it. It beckoned him to her, it told him the time was right, the time was now. it spoke in a low soothing murmur of the great things to come.
he walked the block to the ocean and felt the cool sand on his feet. Then wihtout pasuing he walked into the waves until they broke over his head, the pack keeping his feet in the sand.
Mother ocean held out her liwuid arms and opened her maw. He went quitely into her soft embrace.