in this quiet morning
I lay in bed beneath white covers
cocooned in warmth and wrapped in my own thoughts
memories of salty air and ocean breeze
lifting up weary souls comforts me
if only for a moment, to a place of peace
mists from the sea carried by the dancing spirits
wash over the faces of the blessed
who get to experience nature at its best
I’m lost to time in this quiet sacrament
forgetting the world and its troubles
struggling with the burden of waking up
and the cold, back-to-reality that comes with it
I’ll go about my day, dreaming of
being lost in this space once more

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