Not Sure What This Is....

 The gentle southern breeze washes over him as he faces out across the flat expanse of the dry field in front of his home.  He rocks himself lightly as he stares and focuses his graying eyes on a single treetop poking up along the horizon until everything else blurs and melts away to black.  The wind seems to pick up slightly as he loses the tree and is faced with nothing but a vast blackness in every direction.  He stands up, the rocking chair continuing to sway after he makes his way off of the porch and into the sea of black before him.  He no longer feels the soft touch of wind, but it is still eerily cold considering he lives in a notoriously hot place.  He looks to his left, then to his right, and moves toward the tree that he had been focusing on before the void had appeared and taken it out of sight.  Each step echoes as if he is walking across a stone floor in a massive cavern the size of the earth itself.  He keeps his mind focused on the point in front of him as a bright light explodes filling the sea of black around.  He keeps his pace as the light burns white and begins to slowly dim to that of the setting sun, and the ground beneath him is revealed to be a field of lush green grass.  Still, he keeps his eyes set in front of him and his steps deliberate as the world begins to change around him again and the green fades into white sands along a shoreline.  
   He stops once his feet reach waters of the incoming tide.  The smell of the sea water fills his nose while he looks at the blood red sun falling into the distant waters.  Brilliant hues of red, gold, and purple are painted across the sky as the light fades to nothing but a thread along the horizon.  He holds his head up when a strong wind blows over him, small specks of water hitting him in the face and his hands.  He had been on the frontier for so many years that he had almost forgotten what the sea looked like, or even smelled like, by this point.  Once the sun finally set, the sky takes on the same darkness that had brought him to this place, but is eventually replaced the glow of the moon and the blanket of stars overhead.  He kicks his boots off and lets the cooling waters wash over his feet as he stares at the vastnesses above him, a single tear forms at the corner of his eye but refuses to fall.  He loves his home, the place that is his, but the sea as always been his sanctuary, the place where he can find the peace he always seemed to be in search of but never able to find.  He soaks in everything before the sound of a voice, faint at first but growing louder with each tidal crash, calls his name.  He takes one last look at the star-filled sky above him and then slowly turns around.  
   In an instant, he is back on the porch of his home, the wind still blowing softly on him, but the sky is darker and storm clouds have begun to form to the left of the horizon.  ’Hey, honey, you still with us?’, his wife says as she rocks his shoulder to wake him.  ’Yep, I’m here, just went for a stroll to the shore,’  he smiles as he looks at her, ’But I’m back.  God, you are as beautiful as the day I met you.’  She blushes, smiles, and leans down to kiss him softly on his cheek.  She lovingly grips his arm and makes her way back inside the cabin.  ’Would you make sure the barn is locked up and everything is tied down, it looks like it is going to get rough tonight?’  He smiles and slowly gets to his feet.  He stretches and stares off to the direction of the brewing storm and smirks, ’It’s about damn time.’  He takes his first step and feels the insole of his boots squish, and another smile crosses his face as he thinks of the shore and the blanket of stars overhead.