2025, time

day and night

the first light of day, a golden sunrise
like the flip side of a coin
nightfall delivers glorious moonlight

It’s an addiction. The craving to go outside and catch the first golden light of dawn. Hours later, it’s the last few minutes of a long day, and I have to convince my ocean-breeze-tangled self to go inside, to leave a perfectly executed moon shining on the waves, even as the timepiece on my hand tells me I should be in bed.

A last glimpse of moonlight and the irresistible grandeur of the ocean and I head inside, reluctantly. Careful to pull the curtains open in my room, caution against sleeping in and missing the first sunlight rising again, over the horizon.

It’s an addiction…the ocean. A fabulous, senseless, overpowering addiction.

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humor, sun, winter

december

There it is … the sun … at eye level. And I know it’s a race. A race I’ll lose.

It sits there aloof. Tenacious. Bigger and wider than ever, I think. Like, in your face, dear. It’s super moon size, bright white explosion size. Spanning the vertical lines of the tallest, strongest, finest, trees size. Bold, teeth clenched strong, you just try, size.

And before I can get out the door. It’s done it’s thing, and it’s saying, bye, bye. Try again next time, my dear. Not even a wink.