When I awoke it was Sunday morning and Faro's beach had disappeared. Lay in the grass by a stream that has it's nascent where silky haze covers the blue mountain. A white owl, on a felled tree, ogled me as tiny snakes slithered across my stomach. Dived into the streams tempting coolness, which hurt since it was only two feet deep. Bleeding from a head wound but having got rid of the serpents, I hung my clothes to dry on an oak's branch. Sat naked on a boulder, the morning sun had gracefully warmed and contemplated my navel. When the maid who milks morning dew walked by, she paused and asked " Are you a satyr?' I looked down on myself and wasn't impressed. ' No, my dear, I'm a sailor rejected by the sea". She gave me roses' dew to drink and intoxicated I embraced her ephemeral body. It was late afternoon when a dog wagged a tail in my face, but my suit was pressed and shoes polished. At last I was free from the ocean's pull, but walked to its shore for a last farewell.Birth sign: Scorpio
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