jennie kay

P is for Pacific

As my nose wrinkles, I realize the smell is me.
The musty, stale, dirty smell is me, and I slowly smile.

Laughter soaked by a crashing wave, sunburns earned with one more ride, a porpoise telling me his day, the board I embrace allowing me to rest in this temple of the Pacific, knowing at that moment my life is in its hands, and it holds me with reward.

I inhale this toll of reminder, step into the steaming shower, and I smile.

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This entry was published on July 17, 2013 at 12:42 am and is filed under A-Z: The Twenty-Six Day Creative Challenge. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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