Three days after the three days of isolation that the atmospheric deluge commanded.
A massive craving to be near water and dive into the wind, to leap and try out my voice against the sound of waves and to stand in perfect silence as it all rushes around.
The beach is covered with squishy sea creatures and battered shells and footprints of big dogs, tiny dogs, seagulls, mini birdlets, sneakers, barefeet. Hovering above the birds flying low, riding the still gusty unpredictable drafts.
And then…just now…an earthquake!
Thank you, world.
For every version of youself!
May we inhabit our own selves as passionately as you do!