Counting Minute Details

 

Counting
Minute Details

I spent the morning

In soul-connection with a dear friend

And when she retired to dream sweet dreams

I wandered, as I do…

 

…  the day was streaky gray

Misting rain clearing to mist again

It was a day for strong fragrant coffee

Something with more substance

Than my instant espresso-

- sounds like an oxymoron - instant espresso, heh heh…

 

Simple pleasures… great coffee with great service

To be greeted by name and asked ‘your usual?’

I watched the inevitable flow

Of human traffic

Drifters

Wanderers and window shoppers

Watch- watchers who believe Time

Is merely mechanical-

Cogs in a machine…

 

Coffee smelt comforting this morning

Satisfying

Overhead mid-morning thunder grumbled

Vibrating the Earth…

The café began to fill and so I took my leave

crossing the main street to the park and the beach beyond…

… grey waves attempted to pull under

Fifty or so year 12 graduates

All swimming in full school uniform-

- a tradition ‘round these parts…

And so I didn’t linger

Venturing further afield

 

To where the coastal bush

Grew right up to the sand dunes…

… I wandered meandering paths

Pausing to breathe and take in the minuet details-

- brown butterflies and wagtails

Native blossoms, nuts and seedpods…

Rain drizzled on and off

Thunder an occasional voice in the distance

And I walked on…

 

All paths lead to the beach around here

And that is where I ended up

In 50 shades of grey (heh heh heh) the waves pounded the pale sand

So deserted we could have married heaven and hell

And none would be the wiser…

 only the tumbling surf and rumbling thunder;

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A solitary sandpiper looked at me with timid curiosity

Perhaps wondering why this human

Was sitting on a rock in the rain…

…  but I think he knew

There is Magyk in every moment

If we believe in it.

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Peace Love & Inspiration to All

Photos, Thoughts & Video - SharonleeGoodhand©14-Nov-13

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