My mind always goes back to the beginning

That one brief moment now inscribed in time

That strong gust of warm, dark, wet salt air off the water at dawn

The kaleidoscope of color


Reflecting off the water under the new and rising sun

Sitting up, hands to the chest with sleep still in the eyes

Looking across the great expanse

Looking while feeling and knowing what just took place


Feeling the great sleep being gently pushed to the back

Replaced by brilliant natural color

Replaced by the reflection of a new found awareness

Replaced by a great and still peace


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