CRYSTAL MOMENTS                                        

Soft salty breeze that
whips my hair around about my
shoulder. Gazing up atthe placid countenance of
my mother and at the
young green eyed curiosity
of my love. A laugh that
spouts from somewhere near
as a curved dorsal fin breaks the surface above darkening waters. The sun
descending gradually, creating
dome of pastel Watercolors,
purple and orange dance in their own lofty world. Humidity dies slowly while the sunset readies for sleep. Once-in-a-lifetime days
that I record so carefully in black and white.