Musings at the Beach

The sun is starting to set
and the day is growing cold.
I sit before my laptop
working while at the beach.

The weekend is going well;
we've had loads of laughs,
tons of jokes,
and the hours pass quickly
swimming,
lazying,
reading,
sleeping.

There is salt on my face.
Sweat dots my skin.
My bare feet touch sand,
while my fingers run across the keys.
Working.  Vacationing.
Sitting alone by the cool water
watching as the rest of the world goes by.

Occasionally, I check my phone,
switch a glance at Yahoo! Messenger,
or toss a peer at Facebook.
No message.
No smileys.
No pokes.

You're not online.
You're actually here.

But not with me.