Winter’s ice has finally drifted away from the Island.
I stand on the edge of the shore, breathing in the salty air. The spring-time sun warms my face, despite the nip in the air. I look out over the sea ~ not a sound except the gentle waves rolling in over rocks.
This is my spring tonic – I drink it in and count the gifts . . .
Blue sky and sea
Sunlight dancing on water
Rubber boots for wading.
Bootprints in the sand
ribbons of light
A golden end.
Listen to the sound of happiness 🙂
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