Waves surging
Made more boisterous
By an icy wind
Grin on the face of a passer by
Sharing joy
In our kelpie’s delight
Of retrieving the ball
Pale stump of a rainbow
The morning’s crowning glory
A cloud, brilliant white
Rimmed in the sun’s gold
Topped by a dazzling
Shaft of light
This is living
Loved it. Almost sounds like when I go surfing.
Carl
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Not surprised that you can relate 🙂