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.