Mornings at the beach are simply unparalleled. I was a grown adult before I ever experienced my first one. Cloudy or shine, there’s a healing that happens in those short hours between dark and day when your feet sink into the stardust that has been granulated and deposited for just this purpose.
Talking, drawing, walking, writing… all are better when you are on the strand. I always liked the beach movies where a group would have a bonfire after dark. But mornings, mornings are best alone. Or with someone you love.
Yes, a walk on the beach restoreth the soul.
The tea smells of caramel apple,
Warm and sweet.
Feet are gritty with sand.
The ocean growls at the shoreline.
Wind, still this morning.
In the distance, the cry of a gull.
Dunes stretch out endlessly,
Bisecting the green earth
And the thriving ocean.
This moment feels timeless,
1000 years ago, as today.
Except for you.
Brown eyes
Rich giggles,
A chaotic intellect
That laughs at logic.
Seeing all of the beauty in the world,
Never has there been,
Never will there be
A woman like you…
One spark in the vastness
Of an unknowable universe.
The scenery changes
Day by Day
As does our love.
Deeper, and more profound.
Wind is kicking up now.
The gull has drifted away.
Drizzle starts.
Let’s go make eggs.
