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
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
Oregon, United States of America
Taken during travels, 2009