The heart swells at the familiar.
How grateful one can be for the
waves that perpetually
roll to the shore,
the moon in various
stages rising above
the everyday occurrence.
The noise, the activity,
the grim, dim, shining,
effervescent, silence
trickling across this abundant,
scarce, dry
floodplain of humanity.
Ten sun salutations!
For life in all its
color is
a grand
Being.
