We twirled in the tide with nothing but the ocean and our breaths for an orchestra. Above, the moon waltzed with the stars as if captured by the mood. Time was an afterthought, sunrise and sunset distant memories. Even the night paused. Why? Because sometimes you just have to dance.
Author’s Note: I took this picture thinking just how astonishingly beautiful the sky can be.
￼ Wave Upon wave Of turbulent forces Just like our love Tidal
Author’s Note: I don’t know why, but I had a sudden urge to write something dramatic. ￼ The tide rose in my wake determined to wipe me from the granite I clung to; it could not dislodge me. Fingers like limpets pressed to the rock as I scrambled, clambered and crawled. The clear air made […]
￼ An ocean stirring Silken waves kiss the bedrock Gentle collision Beachside memories of us Footprints melting in the sand
￼ Falling The sun A liquid embrace She drowns for us Nightly
￼ If gratitude was an ocean, I’d have poured myself upon her. To see her float in my waves, drown in my eyes as I did hers, hang weightless for all eternity in swirls of aquamarine, a price worth paying, I think. We met by the ocean; it seemed perfect symmetry it ending there, too. […]