Yellow the solar glow, whole over oceanic horizon as I perch a front a beautiful Menton evening.

Bleached in multicolour.

Could anyone be drawn from such engulfing metronomic meditation given by the breaking surf.

I want to reach up to the sky, arms wide and chest to the universe if it would let it all in there and then.

Sea breath let no haze of thought to surface in this Mediterranean awakened dream.

Ochre the Riviera sun in its’s half cap state, lending twinkle to the shore from tide and wake, distracted behind by chime of evening bustle looking back at preparation for open cuisine, beautiful people in mellow labour.

One more glance and I miss it, now just the line of French horizon, from shimmer to gold and deep blue, amber soaked I stand and give thanks for the day.