I am in the car on our way home from church.
It’s a window-down, roof-open kind of day.
But oh so windy.
I grasp my hair in a fisted ponytail.
But then give up and let go.
It whips around my face.
Stinging. Tangling.
I close my eyes and lift my face to the sun.
And I am on the beach.
Throbbing. Baking.
A cloud drifts between the light and me.
I wait. I will see it again. Feel it again.
And I do. Blazing in its fullness.
Brighter. Hotter.
I melt under it. Into it.
Water ripples against my toes.
Teasing. Freeing.
I sink into the rhythm of wheels on concrete waves
And am carried out to sea
Adrift on blue under blue. Alone yet not.
Bobbing. Swaying.
Then I am home.
And I eat lunch.
Linked to L.L. Barkat’s On, In and Around Mondays at Seedlings in Stone
iLike whimsical.
🙂
You, my friend, have got a gift.
(Blush) Thanks. 🙂
Ah, I hope you were the passenger while you took this poetical summer vacation.
Love how the words look like they were squeezed right outta that image.
Blessings.
Yes. I was just along for the ride. 🙂
“I sink into the rhythms of wheels…”
cool 🙂
I like the concrete waves.
Glad you were the passenger. ; )