a change of seasons
Eastham, MA
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it has been over a week and yet there was still traces of sand in my shoes this morning
like a gentle poke quietly reminding me of
five brilliant days and star filled nights
each one easily rolling into the next
each day signaling the last of the season
in each grain of sand I have purposely saved a snapshot to savor at a later time
an autumn sky’s color reflected on the surf
the cold steel sharpness of a just opened oyster
a crisp breeze that carries the familiar briny scent of every day
and the simple joy of just being
and with each step I shall begin a new journey every day
Yes.
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