139. A single moment – fleeting, infinite.

It’s cloudy,

I climb onto grey rocks,

Look out where river meets sea,

Rolling, rough, powerful waters.

Walking along the breakwater

To the end.

Where:

There is only

Clouds & sea, & me.

Connected.

Shafts of light

Slices through the clouds

Plunging into the water.

Stirring rolling tides of happiness.

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