For Diane and Rick

Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch,

the early morning sun warming,

a quiet ocean,

small waves gently breaking open on the beach,

the vast ocean stretched out with nothing disturbing the panoply

but one fishing boat half way to the horizon.

A light breeze commences.

Two seagulls find air current and sail, unmoving,

apparently simply enjoying the gift.

A line of pelicans, 13 to be exact,

skims the water picking up the small updraft from the swell,

enough to give them buoyancy into the breeze.

I cannot think of a better way to begin a late July day.

A beckoning to stop watch listen breathe in breathe out.