Looking out to sea, where the solid land meets fluid water and flows into open sky.
Horses’ race along the golden sand, birds wheel in the air and a boat crosses the invisible line, between the caught and the free.
Breathing in the briny bouquet, I listen to the gulls’ screeching symphony. But behind it all is the shush of a world changing.
This is the Edge where all things are free to be. Standing here, I wish to cross over, to be something else. To run, to sail, to fly, to be.
Here I am, looking out to sea.