Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Waking up by the sea
Settling down into this moment
Silently sitting on the misty Maine shore
While my senses fill
with morning fresh saltiness
Symphony of lobster boat motors giving deep throated gurgling by their traps
Out of sight in the whiteness so thick that I can only feel, but not see, the sunshine.
Gentle breeze caressing my face with the cool, foggy air.
Waking from slumber to the Atlantic revealing herself to me.
Waking to solitude,
Waking to peace,