I thought I heard you dream of Baltic beaches.
Walking in the evening sunset toward the cottage
That lies among the dunes.
The storm battered rain on our face, watching the storm end.

The return of the seagulls
Indicates the ending of the storm
And fly to greet us
As if saying all is well.

Knowing that inside is the warmth of a fireplace
A meal to be prepared and enjoyed,
Candles flickering in the windows, beckoning us.
Hurry home.

We see the candles,
Indicating the love and warmth inside
As if calling us home
To shelter and safe haven.