The first waves of heat were rising off the black tar roof as she unfolded her chaise lounge half in half out of a baby pool. It was still filling with cool water when she positioned herself right next to the soothing sound, of the cooing pigeons in the carrier coop.
She dreamed of the beach and the peaceful sound of the crashing waves, with the sun on her face and the cawing seagulls in the sky. Alas this rooftop was a poor substitute for a day on the beach, but it was hers and hers alone. She closed her eyes, and gently dangled her feet in the cold water of the baby pool as it became the death of a wave stretching up the beach to cool her toes before racing back to the birth of the next wave.
Face turned up, she drank in the eternal rays of God's watchful eye as the first bead of sweat rolled off her brow carrying the scented flavor of coco butter and salt to her lips.
The pigeons cooed and in her mind she heard the cawing of the gulls high over head. Wind swept waves of heat brushed past her as she flung ice water from her glass to greet its arrival and at once it became the ocean mist of this daydream. The elevated train rushed pass in the distance and in the echoing sounds of its passing, could be heard the crashing waves of her shore line.
She laid her dog eared romance novel on her towel, eyes still closed, her picture was complete. She basked in the surreal image of her imagination. If only for a moment, this moment, her moment, she was on the beach!
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. great imagery and imagination in this - a small but awesome victory, indeed. 
