55° F.
Soft breeze, a kiss on the cheek. Clouds heavy, but quiet.
Here we are (again), on our daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. 722 consecutive (almost) days. Like in a row.
We’re semi-functioning on 4 hours sleep, max. I can’t sleep. Near-Dead Man Walking.
I’m at the highest point on the Island, overlooking the expanse of the Sound.
And there it was.
Lori’s Large word: ethereal…So delicate. So light. Lightly Child, Lightly.
“…a light that could be a feeling…”
And the beat of those wings, thrumming inside of me.
“…a sound could be a color”
I’m frozen, eyes locked on the wings…Get the damn camera up Man, get it up!
“…and that heaven could be…this moment…”
Now!
You’re going to remember this…
Notes:
- Photo: DK @ Cove Island Park, 5:42 a.m. May 12, 2022. More photos from this morning here.
- Quote: “I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.” — Megan Miranda, Fracture. (Walker Childrens; January 17, 2012)
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