IT'S A BLOWN SKI
Waves are what I hear when I remember it.
It was waves in the air that whisper in your ear.
It was calm.
It was calm and safe.
It was the deepest sleep I had in 2023.
It was an empty room full of sunlight.
It was an empty room that had nothing but warmth.
It felt enough.
It felt enough with no reason.
It felt enough without a formed observation.
I felt peace.
It felt peaceful.
It felt peaceful and structured.
It was structured and simple.
Simple is a scary word.
Simple was a challenge.
Simple became a possibility.
It was the first time I liked simple.
But the calmness, the warmth, the contentment, the peace, and the simplicity is only a one-week illusion.
Inaction from each side of the ocean made the sound of the waves quieter.
The sunset came beautifully, I wept.
The water will flow perpetually.
Waves are what I hear when I remember it.
