There was no doorbell. - so it never rang. The knocks dissipated and so I began. And here I am, finally on the beach where the grains of sand outnumber the people. Where the weather is settling and resting peacefully on your skin. And the sky is still. There is no mess. Pure and cleanly - there's not a thing out of place. The smell of salt water is as purifying as my previous inhale
A gust of wind comes and the palm trees sway. I listen, with my eyes closed, to the leaves brisling as the wind turns into a breeze. I've got my ten toes in the sand. The waves are crashing peacefully.
And I end the night alone with all the grains of sand by my side- feeling easy - looking into the great abyss. The landscape of Amber.
©lynn
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