Veiled beneath stretched and speckled clouds, a rising sun.
Tucked in slender bending coastal covering, a feral cat on guard and grateful to be within terra firma.
Behind my back, prints in moist sand.
In front view, a vast ocean beckoning me in.
In the misty morning air, a jauntiness that smacks you with your truth and entrusting you to speak it no matter how your voice shakes.