Every now and then when you stand in the ocean a breeze of cold water will swirl around your feet. A temperate eddy, a momentary current. It's the sort of thing that only seems to happen after you've become accustomed to the temperature of the surrounding waters, until that point where the even the blanket of the atlantic calls warmth to your skin.A chill arrives.
What you seek seems far far away, but what you find is oh so close, so very and truly real that you're suddenly not sure what to do at all. What was it that created this wake? Was it some ..beast? Something exotic? Could it be a peach-eating mermaid, or a shipwrecked shrike?
Or is it nothing more than simple nature purring wet and close against my calves?
But then,
but whoosh
What you seek seems far far away, but what you find is oh so close, so very and truly real that you're suddenly not sure what to do at all. What was it that created this wake? Was it some ..beast? Something exotic? Could it be a peach-eating mermaid, or a shipwrecked shrike?
Or is it nothing more than simple nature purring wet and close against my calves?
This unexpected chill.
Brief,
a moment at most.Letting me know that
I'm still very much alive.
[Listening to: Pink Floyd, "Welcome to the Machine"]
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