a whisper of salt
rides the coattails
of the wind
up
from the pristine blue;
it is the scent of memories,
too many to count
or relive in this moment,
so I sit
on a hard bench
in the welcome warmth
of the sun's afternoon glow,
staring out at the water,
gazing back through time,
wondering where it has gone,
happy I'm here now
Tag: ocean
Giant’s Stairs
Floating in the Caribbean
liquid blue clear nothing to hide honesty lying face up sun kissed riding the undulations of the waves, sky empty of clouds full of endless possibility; face exposed all else below the surface, no sound finds the ears - the world is silence - this is peace, a chance for deeper thought an exploration of the mind a vision into the soul this is a dream this is a life