Morning Songs

The ocean surface is smooth as glass.

I hear waves crashing on the shoreline.

It's funny how dry my skin feels. 

The air doesn't feel dry.
But my hands are dry and

There are new waves and
Whorls in my face

Down where the edge curves toward my neck.

Birds are singing a different song here, 

Or maybe they are different birds.

Into the Beams is an approximately 40-day wilderness writing journey during the period of the 2018 Venus retrograde. There is no agenda other than to show up and discover the riches buried there.