Stuck in one place.
Facing the same white.
Not certain that the sun is.
Wanting the clouds to part.
What do you do when you have no
Idea: can you draw some icon in the snow?
Where can you imagine going this morning?
Ah the lime green surge of water, the crush of tides
over and over the tan sand the white shells like ocean teeth
left behind the foam frothing over and over the never-ending waves
A dark fin no, now two now three wow arc up through the emerald sea
The beach is full of gulls but it is the