For a moment, amongst the singing of angels, my emotions left me in waves, in tidal flow, in a swell of sol wara and sunshine. I was hollow and appreciating it. My mind excused itself. It was somewhere just not in the now and then. Like waves it returned, swished around amongst the seaweed and sand and then rolled on back into the depths, beyond the blue line. The silence awoke and I was able to see those around me, those who sobbed and those who mourned and those that wiped away their own sol wara mixed with the sweat of a hot humid day underneath the volcano.
Later, sighing, I removed my suit, my tie, my jacket, my pants and stepped into a cold beer and my swimming gear. I stepped into the blue, the sun was setting and the air was warm, but not as warm as the ocean with its small waves and gentle flow. I flowed deeper and let the blue embrace, it pushed me, it pulled me, it let me drift, it let me sink. I looked at the volcano, it steamed right back and I knew while the world sucked, it would be okay. One day.
@squamloon - It has been some time now, and re-reading this post and seeing this image, I am taken back. Sunday morning is a good moment for reflection.
October 27th, 2013
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@sunshinephoto5 - thanks. :)
@houdiniem - thanks...
@tabbycat - the eye won it for me.
Very clever
@squamloon - It has been some time now, and re-reading this post and seeing this image, I am taken back. Sunday morning is a good moment for reflection.