Times Like These

Imagine this -

An early morning sun
I sit on a stool in the bar
Fingers tapping on the wooden plank
With Jack Johnson, guitar riffs
and the deep soothing voice in the background
My mind is surfing through the waves

Server lady just handed me my drink
And it brought a smile to my lips
The cold beer in my hand and the seawinds against my skin
And somehow I wonder where heaven could be

Im calm, at peace and quite unbelieving
And I wonder where heaven could be?



@Sebay Resort in San Juan, La Union