from above...

Seashell by Hypoactivemedia

 on pine point beach, you'll find handfuls of these shells. 
shells that fit easily your hands.
shells that fit easily inside each other. 
that can't help but snuggle with each other. 


i filled my pockets there.
walking, scanning the beach. focused. full.
i towered over these shells digging deep into the sand. (i still have their sand in my pockets, and under my fingernails.) 

CREDIT: NASA/SDO 

this tornado is kicking it up on the sun. i don't know the science of this photo. i just know i feel smaller than those shells on the beach while looking at it. 
the distance of the sun. 
the dependence on the sun.
the pure heat and light of it all.

by Images Monsoon

   
today i stood, on a second floor, looking down on the rare phenomenon: 
a puddle, in maine, in february. 
and there was april-like rain falling. rain cold enough to cut into the earth, warm enough to thaw it at the same time. 
rain drops making circles in puddles that move with confidence, slam into one another, and then join or continue spreading. 

Submitted by Haggard & Halloo

i feel in between the above and the being above. 

i'm surrounded by swirls. 

i'm moving in confidence through heat and light. 

and happy for sand under my fingernails to remind me of that day. 

that walk on pine point beach. 

life.