I walk on the concrete, asphalt paved ground.
My feet are soft,
Softly rest upon the ground.

​Day break,

The moisture of the morning air;
The constantly rolling in fog,
I can smell the ocean,
​and the warming sea bed it rests upon.

Probably many of us are familiar with the Plato's allegory of the cave. The people chained down in the cave who can only see their shadows lit by the fire behind. One day, a man struggles to free himself from the chain and walks outside of the cave. He sees the spectacularly abundance of the outside world and he went back to tell his fellows, but no one believes what he says.