The sky hid above the slivers of charcoal clouds that trailed white whispers, rain was not a threat. We sat on a nearby bench listening to the calm steady sound of the waves and had breakfast that we bought at the bakery around the corner.
The color of the sea was achingly beautiful.
Like a stained glass window that longs for light to shine through…
Light sang at the theatre of the sea.
Graceful without fanfare.
Momentarily the clouds shifted, the sun poured down
the sea was a bath of liquid beauty.
No one asked, no one needed, it just was.
And I just happened to be there to witness a daily occurrence:
Water and light.
Heaven and Earth.
One.
Empty now of summer tourists, the beach breaths and the air is no longer scented with sunscreen.
And the sea is without the distraction of colorful swimsuits, beach towels, and umbrellas.
Alone.
Timeless.
The sea reminds me of prayer.
No words needed.
Ebb and flow of thoughts, pouring out, disappearing in the sand as the tide flows over it.
Steady strong softness unwinding and gathering.
Moving with the tide, letting go, letting be-
Seashells toss and turn becoming sand.
Moving with the tide, buoyant letting go, letting be
Diving deep and surfacing.
Wonder and awe.
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