There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.
Well, soccer did manage to improve my mood tremendously, even though I did wear the wrong shirt. I wish it was longer than an hour, and I wish I hadn't messed up that kick right at the end. Sigh....
There will come a day when the sun does not appear in the east. And the oceans will rise and swallow the land once more, and the trees will tear up their roots and gently float away.
Search the water on that day for a small yellow sailboat, and you may find me there, whistling softly, the sea stretching on to eternity in every direction.
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