The amber sun peeked its blazing head above the horizon, shimmering golden rays illuminating the vast sea in ultramarine. It beamed through the front bedroom window onto Riverport’s bearded face, flashing behind his closed eyes.
“Oh, that must be the mornin’ comin’ in.”
He snorted loud enough to wake himself up, peeling back the covers and slipping his bare feet into his favourite pair of slippers – white and bright blue stripes with a golden anchor print. He went over to the window and opened it slightly, letting the cool sea breeze inside.
“Ah, nothin’ like good ol’ sea salt. Speakin’ of which…”