Coastal

The morning speaks,

Present and forward looking.

Wishing us well with Windows painted and throbbing.

The stained exterior is salt crusted and smells like childhood.

Taffy, lemonade, and tidal pool brush strokes.

Keenly smiling the sun pokes and prods its way through morning soak.

Wondering to promote wandering, pushing us to wake.

The coast is the one place, no matter what land sits behind it in the interior, that elicits nuance.

It sparks creativity by demanding affection.

Whether it is sweet breath, coarse outlines that hug like sand, or chirping that chaps and smacks of new beginnings…

The coast will always make, take, and wistfully recreate.