Yellow the solar glow, whole over oceanic horizon as I perch on the front a beautiful Menton evening.
Bleached in multicolour.
Metronomic meditation given by the breaking surf, I want to reach up to the sky, arms wide and chest to the universe, in case this moment lets the value of 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 I look back at a pastel town, their she receives what was caught in 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 upon deep blue, amber soaked I stand and give thanks for the day.