The farther away from shore, the deeper the blue. As land rises beneath the seemingly calm waves, memories cloud the blue of this moment. Closest to the shore, life turns murky, losing itself in the sands of reminiscence.
Losing the essence of now.
I walk on the rocky shore into the receding brown, closing in, to the blue of life and living on.
My blood drenched feet on the shore of memories slowly heal in the salt of azure life, the only truly quiet place left in nature, where my heart slows down to fathom the moment to its fullest.
This moment is where we live, where life proverbially, goes on.
All the groupers, parrots & captains engage in a dance of celebrating the art of living.
That is where the boats roar, the fish plié, the dolphins chuckle; the heart slows and savours the moment.
That, my love, is where we live.
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