T-to-the-A

On the waterfront…

In Essays, The Daily Drool on March 20, 2009 at 7:05 pm

I’m sitting and sunning, sunning and sitting… the open door of his cabin-on-the-water letting in a pleasant dappling of sunshine carried in on the wings of a gentle sea breeze. 

All seems right with the world and I am, for a moment, forgetting my worries. 

Staring out the window towards his neighbors sails, something surges and the world ripples in front of me… as though a corner of the canvas has come undone and drip-dropped, fluttering it’s way towards the bottom before getting caught and re-hung.  A fiery tingle of mystery creeps up my spine at the sight, the seconds stretching into eons and folding over themeselves as my imagination floods.  

A tidal wave of… something… ancient… tugging at my mind…

And before I can grasp it, it races through, around, and over me, and out the door.  Leaving me stunned at the thing I nearly understood.

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