When I started to eat the lunch I brought, a seagull showed up. Did he hear the rustling of the bag? I had a little conversation with him. I don't hear the sound of my voice very often. He listened.
Monday, October 7, 2019
The Beach in Maine
Sitting at the beach with a sock hat and a fleece, socks and shoes to keep warm. So different from my summertime adventures of playing in the water. I am still mesmerized by the crashing sounds and the diamonds glittering as the sun plays on the water. A reminder of how small I am in this world. To be connected to this is such an honor. Today I smile to the waves who know they are water and don't need to be anything but water. Water reflecting.
When I started to eat the lunch I brought, a seagull showed up. Did he hear the rustling of the bag? I had a little conversation with him. I don't hear the sound of my voice very often. He listened.
When I started to eat the lunch I brought, a seagull showed up. Did he hear the rustling of the bag? I had a little conversation with him. I don't hear the sound of my voice very often. He listened.
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