After the Storm
I drink in the magnificent nurturing beauty before me.
Today the sea is so lovely and sweet and smooth.
I can’t keep track.
One stormy moment thundered into the next until it didn’t seem to matter whether a day, an hour, or moment was counted.
Soft waves draw back and forth massaging wet sand. I feel as though I could reach out and touch the edge of the shimmer, pull it across me and let the gentle sheets rest on my shoulders.
I would huddle down beneath her and sleep like a mermaid.