Ruminations of an old sailor who is, once again, dreaming of the sea...
Friday, December 1, 2017
A Single Drop
I can see the sun and as I fly high and I can feel it warming me. I refract that sunlight into all the vivid colors of the rainbow. I’m one drop from the ocean, spun off the tip of a wave, flying up into the blue sky. I’m shinny, turning, sparkling, tumbling. I’m alive! I’m soaring up, up, up to the apex of my flight and then turning gradually, back down towards the mother ocean. Getting closer to her, I splash and then reform. I am the ocean…
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