Frightened, freezing, half-dead, the tide dragged my limp body onto the sandy shore, leaving me like so much driftwood there upon that desert island. The wind was chill and cold, the sun low, the sky dark, and I thought I was dead. I lay there on that soft bank of sand passing in and out of consciousness.
But then the sun arose bringing warmth and life into the world and also into me. I felt the gentle touch of his rays upon my back, and I dragged myself up onto my feet. Staggering, swaying, dazed, but alive; afraid, but alive.
Tale Told 