In the November greys

In the November greys

In the November greys
Cold and wet
I have the beaches to myself
Mile upon mile
As if they were put here
Just for my pleasure

I stand here
Face to the wind
Speckled with the ceaseless drizzle
Wind buffeting my coat
My hair
My body

Yes
Here
Just for my pleasure
The good Earth tells me

I bask in the solitude
Connected to
Earth, wind and sea

All I need
All there is
All there ever was

Pacific Coast Highway
Oregon, United States of America

Taken during travels, 2009