Back against rock eyes towards sky – the blue taste of midnight rides.
In the morning – cloud, senses enwraps a seagulls flight, as
Saltwater drops they tremble down from an avian storm.
The rock at my back acts as a battery, collecting a summers heat in its sediments ripe for the taking – leaking out in the atmosphere for the taking and keeping nothing for itself but all for the taking.
Grass, sun, sky, rock, seagulls, water, gin and tonic. A day to remember and to forget – nothing and…