I breathe in the
Salted air, without
Any care.

Those have been left
Behind, in the meantime,
The focus is on what’s
Here and now.

The gravelly trail,
Soft button, open,
And in some places
Quite frail.

The rocky shore
Splashed and assaulted
Continuously by the oceans
Core.

The gulls flying overhead,
Left their bed,
For their home in the
Air instead.

The people coming and
Going, taking in the
Sights, while the
Mist keeps blowing.

The present moment,
Clear and dear, and,
Yes, we are already
here.

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