Today, no distracting lights from ny neighbour's windows prevent me from seeing the beauty of the sunrise. It's golden, and sea-green, and pale pink. It reminds me that I live on the coast line, though I didn't need any reminding. Escapism is at arm's reach.
And when you wake up from a tumultuous night, the sky looks like it's been resting for a thousand years.
That's life on the coast-line.