I sit still. I’m always still.

I watch as the waves move in and out.

In.

Out.

Like a steady breath.

The leaves above me change from green to yellow to orange to red before falling off their perch. They rot by my feet as the winter winds bristle by me.

Wicked cold and winter storm with crashing waves.

When it’s quiet, you can hear the crickets sing with the waves.

In, chirp.

Out, chirp.

In, tick.

Out, tick.

Time’s running out. And yet I still stay still.

Watching the world pass by.