The sea a dark, crestfallen grey..
As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade -
And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue.
Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting..
Trying to seek solace in nature… In its calm cyclic acceptance… And constant stalwart dignity and beauty… Freely giving of itself… Without judgment, hurt, criticism, pride, vanity, or ridicule…
Without specs, one only sees blurred images…And sometimes I wonder, what if we could take off the conditioned lenses in our minds and once again see the world as an unclear picture with undefined lines… Needing personal clarity… And unique outlines…
Foraying, discovering uncharted paths—whether outside or inside… Without the clouds, who would play hide and seek with the moon…
There is something about the fluid movement of the waves…
Rhythmic… Gliding… Smooth rise and fall… Breathing… Alive…
A minuscule sheen lit up with the froth of exertion, reflecting unaware lights here and there…
Moving, lurching my soul in an echoing sound at once tranquil and soothing… Alluring and beckoning…
The sky lightening with huge crowds of unbroken clouds… And I realize the power of white… Defying this dark night into visible waves of light and a pearly night sky…
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