This is the perfect day for me
The perfect moment
A few books, a new magazine,
Paper and pens and markers to color my
Thoughts and dreams.
More than enough paper in my sketch book to
Let my ideas stretch out, venture forth, perhaps
Take flight.
The sun peeks out from behind the clouds
And shows me the outline of my beach umbrella.
I move myself further into the shade.
Everything is right.
The sound of the water and children playing
The warmth of the day
And the fluttering coolness of the breeze
My toes wiggling into the cool sand.
There.
A seasgull.
I had forgotten seagulls.
*****
I’m back from a few days at the beach. Hello, HoCo. Thanks for holding the fort while we were gone. - - jam
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