"Untitled"

I stare out over the vast blue expanse perfectly framed by two looming monoliths draped in a surreal veil of fog. I observe all that passes between these silent sentries of the sea. I can see maritime navigators of old pilot there majestic sails through the ethereal haze. I turn my eyes from the infinte unknown to my own insignifigant form, standing on a windswept cliff overlooking the ocean, ruminating on the meaning of life. A realization sweeps over me in a powerful gust of salty sea air and its revelations send a shiver which racks my frame. A prevailing wind picks me up and carries me to the precipice of the vista point. I watch as the pebbles at my feet fall silently to the rocks below which have the marks of eons of tidal shifts and worn smooth by the soothing rage of the water. The omnipresent roar of the soft rolling waves is enough to deafen and it invades my ears and takes all my senses, sets the rythym of my heart to the ungulating surf. I feel as one wave crashes and another simultaneously recedes. I blink and a seahawk croons alerting me of its presence. I see the fowl spread its wings and ride invisible currents, the same zephyr that runs through my soul and makes my spirit soar. I feel elevated alongside the bird now, over the sea now glowing amber in the suns setting rays. The sun is concluding the westerly path of the descent from its zenith as I fall from my lofty position in the sky and settle once again on the craggy cliff face just in time to see the glowing orb descend below the horizion. I stand alone in darkness still connected to the harmony of the scene. I take a breath and step away from the cliff. I turn to leave coming away with a renewed sense of self.

By: James