I can't sleep…
Walking on the beach
is a multi-sensory experience;
the smell of the ocean,
the feel of sand or rock under foot,
the constant roar or gentle ripple of the waves,
the taste of salt on your tongue,
and the feel of the sun or mist on your face.
Notes:
so winter begins
in the heart of a sparrow
shouting at the sky
Credits: Photograph: Gighy.com. Poem: Your Eyes Blaze Out
4:45 am.
Day 1 following end of extended vacation.
Groggy.
I hang over sink. Splash water on my face.
I step in shower. Ice Cold. Hurry out. Hug towel. Fail to rinse shampoo out of hair.
Shave. Razor cut over old scar. Blood dribbles. Minor cut. Unstoppable bleeding. Curse.
Dab dab dab hemorrhage with tissue. Jab and stick Kleenex to cut. Pleased that it sticks.
Stare at socks. Need navy to match suit. Trouble distinguishing navy from black.
First attempt with tie, hangs below belt. Second attempt, short at belly button. Victory on third.
Slide work shoes on. Wiggle toes. Foreign fit after two weeks off. Look down, scuffed.
Slide watch on. Date: December 16. Time: 10:00. Stare. Decision made to re-set later.
Step outside. Temperature 51º F. Temp yesterday: 23º F.
Fog. Soupy. Thick. Light rain drizzling. Eerie.
Early, yet traffic is heavy.
Disorientation.
Re-entry.
Re-engagement.
Pulse quickening.
Mind racing like pistons.
Back to work.
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Image Credit
Good Morning from Ben on Vimeo.
“Rise and Shine” this morning in Kampen (Overijssel, Netherlands). It’s a short clip but I loved the entire package – a winning trifecta of music, colors and nature.
Good Sunday morning.
