02 April 2013



We drive along the Atlantic coastline 
Touching fingers with the sky, the sea 
The clouds hang heavy
Moisture filling the air  

The dogs pile out onto the sand 
Waves crash before us 

I am blessed here
I think 
Blessed by this ocean, 
This sky 
Blessed by these heavy clouds above me 
And the sand beneath my feet

Crowding back into the car 
The clouds part 
Sunlight beaming onto the sea 

I am blessed here 
I think 
High above the ocean 
Beneath the opening sky 

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