My day begins

As the veil of migraine lifts
there is a chill in the air
A coolness my body craves
The sky is so blue
With clouds so high and light
they are dappled onto the sky with a paint brush
The palm fronds whisper
and bow good morning to one another
As I look out to the sparkly sea
to the horizon I know so well,
the lighthouse, the hills of the the island
just shadows behind
I hear the calls of the sea birds
Memories of days fishing
in our boat on the still sparkly water
My day begins, a new phase begins.