Those early morning sermons
With foam and salty sea spray
Churning.
The cool receding water with sand thinning between my toes and seagulls.wheeling in azure ectasy.
When days seemed unending.
When
Strolling miles unending to find treasures washed ashore.Driftwood and natures wonders presented as shells as gifts long dormant on timeless ocean floor where creations song did sing along to things unseen. When living life was just a dream
Carefree.
Then burning sun dipped slow and quenched its daily thirst in western leisure
And then proceeded.
Seeking rest so sorely needed when busy day was done.
Brilliant rippling orange blood red repose..sinking sun meets nurturing sea.
When day was done.
To slumber and rise in eastern skies
Another morning dawning
Sweet surprises..I awake and the sun also rises. Anew
When dreams they fade another
Round.Another day.
When life is there on full display to walk on sandy shores feel and taste the bracing air at rising.
At best and basic.
Nature fulfills each promise given.
When ?
Always.