I never feel more at peace than when I can see the view from a small island.

The taste of salt hanging in the air offers a different perspective

to the humdrum, rush, sprint for the finish with life partly intact

that blows with the frenzy and ferocity of the winds in October

‘Eighty Seven

I dip my grateful feet in the sea and feel a different rush take hold

as my heart beats slowly now and

plunges full throttle into a mode that the few would deny the many.