He sat near the still ocean staring off into the edge of the world. The tree watched with him as it caught the calm wind through its leaves. The wind picked up leaves off the ground and blew them in the direction of the ocean. They landed with the stars that reflected from the sky. The man sat – even though the grass was damp – he waited for the proof that he was still alive. He saw on the horizon a tint of the orange sun. It was as beautiful as most others would describe. The sun stretched high in the sky and yawned a morning warmth over the man. Just like the sun, the man slowly rose. He stood there, looking out at the still water with the beaming sun above it. And he gave thanks to the sun for another beautiful day.