This Could be Anywhere

Escape is here. This could be anywhere, as the fog rolls in off the Gulf of Mexico it makes magic out of the morning sun, diffusing it into a yellow-white haze that warms skin and heart. Waves peak, fold, crash, then roll, massaging the shore into fine curvy patterns that are constantly changing.

Two ends of a rainbow appear in the damp filtered light – one in the water, one on the sand – a bridge for dreams into reality – broken in the middle by a lack of moisture, as life’s dream bridges might be broken by a lack of imagination.

The moon, a phantom upon bright blue atmosphere, compliments the sun with a reflection of her light – moon west, sun east – they chase one another in an eternal game of cat and mouse, the beauty of their love affair inspires human hearts.

The wind rushes north westward, drawn by the North’s cold which is making its annual attempt to occupy this coast, a battle that will result in the surrender of the cold in April to the warmth which stays so much longer here.

In June the stifling heat settles in and draws moisture from the skins of natives – essence of the South, all aglow and bronzed.

For now it is warm sun and cool breeze, a perfect gift of moderate climate that allows for feet to touch water in early December. As waves crash and roll, contentment of mind lends peace to hearts. This could be anywhere.