A warm-up walk to the shore,
Brought a cloud cover to my sight
A crimson tinge came fore,
As the sun peeped out slight.
I hit the shore front with the sun by my side,
Ready to make my morning ride.
Barefoot I was with the soft earth below,
Water kissing my feet every then and now.
A stump of history washed ashore;
A throng of red clad people by the temple shore;
Fisherfolk here and there attending nature's call;
Groups of friends, couples and all;
Parents with children, dogs with their masters;
Pro and wannabe photographers;
Were some of the pictures I could behold,
While the sun became a bright gold.
A short water break
With half the hour past
The return was at stake
Starting with a walk fast.
With my mind less troubled
The joy of running was doubled
As I identified a couple
Living far away in the country of maple
The run restarted after a quick catch-up
With lots of time to makeup
I found some spare to push
A catamaran with lots of fish
Back I reached the Bessie beach
Not far from the place I teach
Kilometres I covered around nine
My expectations and run totally fine.
-Irah
