The sound of waves

(written two nights ago while I was away):

It's past ten at night and it has started raining. I'm all alone in this
hotel room. The roar of thunder sounds like a whip cracking at my door. I
can see the bright flashes of lighting seeping in under the draperies.

We arrived in this beach resort just in time to unwind after the 4 hour bus
trip, showered and then went for dinner. We will be here for the next two
days. The event is quite aptly named as team building. That's what you do
with your fellow coworkers to build up the team spirit. Sounds rather
gungho if you ask me.

There is something about having an entire room to yourself in a beach
resort. The beach is just a few hundred yards from the room. Take a few
steps outside and you can hear the sad but peaceful sound of the sea. Even
under the moonlight you can - just about - make out the white formy waves
racing to the shore.