Monday, April 12, 2010

sweet dreams are made of these

the call of the sea, glaring sun, perfect wind-groomed lines, low tide sand bars showing for the first time since autumn, getting off work, a 5 minute drive to the favorite spot, friends in the lineup, the warble we've come to know and love, the perfection, the imperfection, the cold, the sound of cormorants whining in the setting sun, the smell of decaying seaweed, fresh mussles clinging to rocks, foam, mist, gravity, flight, the overcoming of inertia, perpetual motion.

the rioting of gulls, the violent greens and blacks on the cliff, how does nature get away with it?

2 comments:

1 said...

close-out

turtle said...

^^the same way so many are oblivious to it^^