The rocks tumbled by the fury of the sea begin to warm way before the earth. The weight of heavy or light step, shuffles and slides the gray and pink speckled egg-like shapes. A shore walk is never quiet amidst the colliding stones. These rocks accustomed to movement underfoot, are under the strong pull of the sea. It is a full moon. This gravitational force causes an astronomically low and high tide of push and pull. These rocks have little say about where they will go. I lie on my back atop the layers of dry warmed pebbles of varying sizes. My eyes close. I listen to the rush of the sea. Energized after a long winter, yet at peace.