Red sail against a vibrant diminishing sky. Four generations walking, skipping, cradled, on the beach. Smell of a cigar or pipe. Maybe a Swisher Sweet. Rain. Mussels.
Geese grazing and hissing at passerby. Me on a bench, peaceful. I could almost nap but everything is so alive and beautiful. Mutual smiles with folks who become non-strangers in a shared moment. An understanding. An intimacy.
Wishes for thunder and lightning. The most faint of pinks against the water.Clouds on the horizon that are raining to the earth.
Geese grazing and hissing at passerby. Me on a bench, peaceful. I could almost nap but everything is so alive and beautiful. Mutual smiles with folks who become non-strangers in a shared moment. An understanding. An intimacy.
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