Joy

I recall a dawn of utter facination the sky filled with a rich pigmentation, the gently rolling ocean a burnished glass with the sculptured waves reflecting like polished brass. The curving, glittering shore called to me to explore - I ran and leaped the frothing wavelets and sang a joyful refrain to the sea. Never before, never since, have I felt so free./ No others in all that shimmering expanse present, alone was I with shining sea and flame-shot sky, alone, yet not alone for with it all could I soul identify./ A solitary seagull appeared overhead swooped down to accept some bread, and a brief companionship we shared anon then with a goodbye screech aloft he sprang and was gone and my eyes and heart followed him into the rosy-hued distance aching with an unadulterated freedom.