SeaScape I
Hearing waves from a distance and feeling sea breezes brush our faces, it seemed a century before we came to the ocean. So blue and bright to our eyes its rhythm broke chains of unremarkable days. Over cool sand we ran and you picked three perfect shells which fit inside each other. Swimming away in that moving expanse below kiss of fine spray and splashes. With clouds cumulus we drifted while gulls circled the island. Together we discovered beds of morning glories climbing soft dunes