Excitedly, the ocean welcomes me back with its liquid embrace.
Summer is over, but thoughts of the ocean continue to draw my mind back to sunny landscapes of white sand, blue water, palm trees, and the variety of activities nature’s playground offers. The images temporarily fade away as I step out into the cooling winds and changing colors around me. Shortly after that, my mind wants to return to where the sun heats the sand and my body. The place where ease is the staple of the day, and night promises no worries.
In the breeze that blows I feel thee, caressing me Tender and gentle
The thing about death
Death dealing is easy; so I believed. When you have seen it behaving callously taking remorselessly – my mother at just fifty-two a friend who barely crossed thirty-two you were ninety when you died, yet I cried.
Lessons from my grandma
You were a strong woman who spoke little You said, “A woman’s voice must not be heard.” “To be strong you do not have to be loud.” is what you said to me too I think now
Flitting bright, beautiful speckled wings, deep blue; white tips in the blink of an eye, flies away
10 word story
You did not even say, ‘Goodbye,’ to me before leaving.