Excursion through Newport

A somber horizon of blue-grey is above me
The cerulean ocean beneath my feet
Here I stand — alone
I embrace the lull of silence around me
I breathe in the ocean zephyr
Exhale the bullshit
The stress, the pain
My worries dance off into the wind, through the exposed branches, never to be seen again
Grimaces in my peripheral, I neglect their expressions and gaze straight ahead
Not looking behind me, for that is in the past and each cautious step I take is another into my destiny
Such bliss and tranquility arise from the depths of the crashing midnight-teal, eroding the earth of my prior existence

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