Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Watch the storm roll in.

I would love this. To sit at the writing table and spin stories or tell truths while staring at the ocean. Leave the doors open, let the breeze in, taste the salt. Sit outside and smell the rain coming. Watch the storm roll in over the ocean. Pick small indigo flowers for the kitchen and make dinner, singing songs, watching the lightning in the distance. A summer escape to a peaceful stormy shore. Listen to the thunder rumble across the water, right to my doorstep. Feel the release of the weight of the world. Watch it all let go.


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