I live in a house by the water.

I sit by the water each day.

I take my bag there with me.

In it, I pack a book, a blanket, a chair, and a basket of food.

I walk down my back steps and sit in the same spot along the grass.

When I go out to the water in the morning, I am alone.

I hear the water.

I see the boats.

I feel calm.

It is the part of the day I like best.

Later, some children come to play by the water.

It is afternoon.

I hear them laughing.

I see them play ball.

“Nestor, Nestor!” the children yell when they see me on the beach.

I wave and smile.

“Play ball with us, Nestor!” the children shout.

“No, thanks,” I say. "I am too old to play ball. I walk with a cane and my hands are no longer good at catching."

I try to read my book, but it is hard with all the noise.

I watch mothers and fathers fish along the shore. I am happy.

I hear the water.

I see the boats.

I eat my lunch.

Later, the sky gets dark.

I gather all of my things and go back to the house.

I get in bed. I hear the water through my open window.

The sound puts me to sleep.