if I had one place to be forever, this is that place. yes, just like this.
I may be seven hundred miles measured reach away these days, but if you asked me please, quietly, whisper in my ear, what place is first home for my heart. this is what you’d hear. every salty wave, every scrap of seaweed riding blue swells, every distant cloud, every grey sky, every critter swimming to my eye, every morning truck climbing up the hill afore the town awakes, except for me. I made it through the dark to be here inside first Light.
I’ve no desire to leave. my only wish would be having you beside me here.
no such thing as too much.
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2 thoughts on “my morning window”
you have pinpointed exactly what home and heart is down to “every scrap of seaweed riding blue swells”.
p.s. I see and hear Doc and the boys too by the bay –
more than only thanks my friend.
many years past I got a book, autographed. not that it was a collectors piece, rather, that once his hand was there on that same page now, as mine. So too, I have stood where once that masterful gang of three once were, and it pleases me, knowing that. (is that sentimental. I suppose I am.)