this morning

                                                      brighton                    autumn                  2015

I stare into the bright silvery light until my eyes burn, then I close them tightly and watch the orange colour flares behind my eyelids and feel the warm morning sun on my face. The wind is strong and smell of salt in the air and the sound of the waves is reassuring, there is nothing except water, sky and the horizon. My thoughts slow down to a stop, I am free just to be here, not waiting and not wanting, just being. I forget that behind me is a beach and a road and a city and people, and a past filled with history that my memory too often tries to grasp. I think of nature and the beauty of a blade of grass blowing in the breeze or a bird once so awkward and earthbound, soaring in graceful arcs across the sky. I smile at my own foolishness and fortune, to be alive in this moment, filled with life and with love.