Chills and spills
Up those hills
Rhetorically and real
Especially blustery Brea hill
In that breeze seeing all around
That diversity that surrounds
From cliff tops, coast, sand and sea
Not all that the eyes see
The church, the Camel trail and coves too
Boats and bikes and cars
That from up far
Look like they are only toys
And tiny dots of people
To the church steeple
This transported me back to seeing the coast as once; did for the very first time this year after so many lost and missed seasons. This really needs to go on the Eloquence blog. It just tumbled out so kept the flow. At least I am finding some peace now ...
I have also been trying to get my head around something new ... now I will wind down as the time will be askew and I hope to put some plans into practice I told Sis today ... and kick ass on Tuesday ... be third time lucky ...
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