seaside

summertime . . . 8

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tall ornamentals,
a moment to hold,
the dock rocks gently,
it rises and falls,
fish are lively, they’re jumping,
and the glow of the last light of this August day
shines through the clouds,
the last light
before sundown

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seaside

summertime . . . 7

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The peace that rises from the ocean.

When I get to the beach, it calms and soothes and calls out to a part of my soul. A part that lives and waits for its powerful reassurance. Powerful and gentle, and real as the morning’s breeze.

White caps, out a ways, wavy lines peak and take their turn, spilling onto the sand, waves crest, come ashore and bubble on morning’s pristine sand, ocean waves break and travel onto shore, repetitive assurance, gentle assurance, waves come, waves fall back, rest assured, my soul, the ebb and the flow lives as it should, we can relax and be as we live out our destiny.

That peace.

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rainy nights

summertime . . . 2

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The distant crackle of thunder on a dark starless night and the noisy patter of raindrops hitting the roof and the dirt. You can smell it, that old familiar earthy scent. You can’t help but breathe in the thick, moisture-laden air. Lungs receive the rich brew, and senses recognize the familiarity of the scent. The force of falling droplets brings a welcome cooling breeze. But when all is said and done, the night remains a sauna, and even watching under cover, you find the skin remains clammy, and hair and clothing cling.

Inspiration: I Love a Rainy Night, Eddie Rabbitt

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