Seeing myself through his eyes I can put words to dreamy days that dance in my chest - windswept and completely enraptured by the scenery. At home, steady, peaceful bones, happy soft soul and hopeful. Lulled to a gentle sway, the push and pull of the waves guiding and grounding.

Renewed would suggest I am different, but I'm the same same same - unkempt and unabashed, joy skips through me and gratitude hums electric over my skin. Those waters are the same and fresh with each blink, I think so am I. Constant and always moving with the flotsam, liquid and resolute.