The Eastern wind caresses my hair.
I close my eyes to be enveloped by its kiss.
The sea holds my hand in the shape
Of a salty breeze, wind against wind.
And I, floating in between, breathing, deeply.
I feel the sun softening above my head,
The violet shadows of twilight
Cooling the sand under my feet.
And I drift in a here and in a now
I don’t want to miss. The seagulls
Etch themselves against the
Peachy horizon. The night opens
Her arms of navy veils and pearly stars,
And I go back to the shack by the sea,
Where a fire and soup await for me.
And all is well.