I sit on the sand and hear the sound of waves gently lapping on the shore; low, gentle, calm voices sharing, loving; the songs of birds resting in the branches. I feel the warmth of the sun, not only on my skin, but deep within my very bones; the gentle breeze blowing softly.
Then I come back. No longer am I lulled and comforted by the water, sun and breeze. No longer am I feeling peaceful, relaxed, restored.
Instead I hear the sound of angry voices accusing, fighting for power; restless beings pushing and pulling, taking and definitely not loving. The songs I hear are battle calls. The air I feel is chilled with the tension and gusts of conflict and I feel myself being drawn into the throng.
I want to go back.
