Surf pounds on a rocky shore, beaten over the millennium into smooth tables
perfect for a nude sunbather or a weary turtle.
The sea, pale at my feet, deep blue at the horizon.
The sky, deep blue overhead, near-white as it meets the sea.
A pine tree, long beaten by restless winds, bows in a perfect act of submission.
At this moment, all this is just for me. Not another soul will ever see this wave. I alone will remember this light, this color.
What a privilege!
