I was looking at the rock in the center when I took this. But now in the photograph, it’s the circle around the rock that interests me. An interesting metaphor: what are we missing when we focus on one thing or one person? All the surroundings?
Dreaming of the Sun
whose warm rays surround her
and caress her
she orbits him
and he pours his love on her
occasionally he flares up
and that might hurt
some of the small cells
on her surface
but she sheds
they are reabsorbed
and she basks
in his warmth
she is alive
so her small children
are not overcooked
are not frozen
mars is a rival
but the seas are dead
her small children
and is clouded
all the time
full of joy
in his steady light
written January 8, 2022
Can you feel safe while being in motion?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: glum.
I walked in the woods yesterday and it lifts me. I couldn’t be glum there. It was so beautiful.
We are fishing and playing a little and then we hear something. I stick my head up. Dad does too, and my sisters. What is it? It is making noises! There, on the beach. Something roaring in two tones!
There are two. The smaller one is doing most of the roaring. It is weird. Two tones, a low growly one and a higher one that sings.
It is creepy, that smaller one. I think it sees us. It has a mechanical eye. Dad says, “Dive.” We talk under water. Maybe it is trying to steal our souls or lure us to death on the beach.
We do have to come up for air though. Now they both roar. Dad barks: “STOP” and what do the horrors do? They try to imitate him! Are they making fun of him?
Now the smaller one is just making high song noises. Sort of like a creepy bird. It keeps going back to the double growl, though.
Dad says, “Come on.” We dive and head the other way along the beach. The appartitions are picking up things from the beach. I am very glad they didn’t get us. This time.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: apparition.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crow.
More fog for the Ragtag Daily Prompt today. We were walking in the sun and the fog was creeping in behind us. We went back quickly, before the fog really took over.
On my beach walk yesterday, crows were mobbing an eagle. The eagle was mostly ignoring them. I didn’t bring my big camera, so this is cell phone zoomed in…
Look at how close the crow comes.
There were long distance swimmers out going parallel to the shore on my last beach walk. Four of them. Women, because voices carry over the water. Brrr, but wearing wet suits. Good for them, I’m jealous.
I had my big camera with the serious zoom. The swimmers would stop to talk.
They don’t look tired or cold or stressed, do they? They were ending their swim back at North Beach.