But perched here
On the hillside
A few hundred feet high
It is just 20 miles
To where the sea
Touches the sky
I know the waves
Will be breaking
Far off the shore
Carrying their foam
Up onto the beach
Where they begin
Is as much a mystery
As where they end
But their promise of adventure
Calls to me
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
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