Seaweed excites me.
At 4am the world is still. This is my perfect time to sit and breathe. Cross-legged, back straight, hands on knees I inhale till I fill my belly. I imagine drinking in light from the top of my head. I empty my brain of rubbish.
Images of nature flash before me. I see rolls of seaweed stretched like smiley faces all along the length of the beach. I wonder how the sea thought to separate them into colour and form. I see the white tail of the rabbit I made the eagle drop. I see his angry eyes as his dinner flees.