On a rocking chair

Come with me now… I don’t remember a morning quite like this. I am
facing the eastern Sun, on a porch, in a rocking chair, overlooking a
bay, that leads out to the ocean.

Back a little, now forward again…

Sun’s warming rays greet me and the new day. Air so still… No wind at
all. Before me is the large bay any painter or photographer would try to
capture. In fact, many have…

Back a little, now forward again…

Rock cliffs of all sizes fall to the sea on the opposite side. But
first, directly in front of me… a small green lawn slopping slightly to
the old stone walking path. Worn well by 200 plus years of coastal Maine
weather and the occasional seaside wanderer.

Back a little, now forward again…

Sun is illuminating the dew in such a way… On each and every blade of
grass a single dew drop sparkles. 100 billion luminous crowns are
greeting the day.

Back a little, now forward again…

An optimistic day of new beginnings arises inside me. Sea gulls calling
out just to hear themselves. There’s a brief hint of night’s cool still
flavoring the morning the air, but the Sun is warming up my face, quite
nicely.

Back a little, now forward again…

And then there’s the sea… Such a beautiful bay over which I sit. No
barreling crashing waves, just the gentle lapping of salt water on wet
rocks at low tide. The smell of it all permeates everything. Probably my
soul as well…

Back a little, now forward again…
Ahh yes…

Back a little, now forward again…

Back a little, now forward again…

When peace was first described… This was what they probably meant.


© Curtis Gould 9/20/06

nice but when i rock it is with a hard rock, back and forth like i am on
a journey to go somewhere.

Yea, sometimes I do too, but sometimes not... This was one of those
mornings... Ahhhh, where the hell is summer?

Very nice read. Very relaxing.

Awwwwwwwwww Really nice