Breathe Deeply

Dusky light comes early in late November,

On those rare sunny days the sky glows pink

As the light slips away.

The beach is still and silent, sleeping beneath layers

Of storm-tossed seaweed and debris.

Rocks crunch under booted foot,

The logs are slippery with damp.

Breathe deeply.

 

 

Take in the fresh salty air,

The humid damp smell of beach –

seaweed and wood and wet sand.

Mountains surround, the scene is so much bigger than me.

My worries are less, my troubles smaller, 

When compared to the ocean in front of me.

The ocean completes me, soothes me, consoles me.

The beach is my place.

I breathe deeply.

~Kate, 2013

 

 

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