I went to the sea today for a friend that could not.
Scanning the horizon for broke away ice, spotting Artic terns above Prussian blue. Caragenan moss dances in the shallows; with krill joining in their blizzard. The days are long here; I buy coffee so not to miss too much. I think I can sleep later. I always say that. Sleep in someplace where the sea is distant and the weather doesn’t change twenty times a day. Whitecaps come in the night carrying fog on their backs. The postcards still not written, jealous paintings demoted to something for a rainy day. But even in the rain, I lay on flat rocks that tipped like a dining room table into the sea when the world split apart. I know their family on the other side of this blue divide. The mist makes them slick, 45 degree angles keeping you alert, else slipping you into the deep blue. The gulls again like a child’s kite after sunning in the calm for days. I shake with the coffee and the wind that sneaks in past the glass unobstructed in it’s journey.
4 comments:
always beautiful.
i've sent you an email.
I did the post about you, at last, and it isn't right, but it's there.
I keep coming back to read this post of yours, it's so beautiful and when I read it I can feel the wind in my hair and taste the salt in the air. I am more at home alone on a beach in the wind than anywhere else on earth and the fact that I've not been able to go to one for months now has been depressing me. This post makes me feel like I've owken up having had a sea dream. I always like me sea dreams, even the overwhelming ones. Maybe even especially the overwhelming ones. x
Anna
You are very inspirational. I am now going to do my "precreating ritual". Clearing up my work area and fill up the air with the spirit of creativity. thank you!
Oh dear, I'm monopolising this comment space. I nominated you for a Thinking Blogger Award.
Here's to wind and sea, and time and space.
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