|Waking Up to Rainbows|
Water is on my mind.
An immense, unmeasured body of water that seems to go on forever and is so deep that it's a challenge to navigate, explore, and impossible to control.
Ever since going on my trip last year I daydream, more than a little bit, about going on another ocean voyage. If wishes came true, I'd be posting this while looking out to the horizon, where only waves, waves, and more waves surround the ship.
I'm entertained by their songs. The waves are more than chaotic, small ones, huge ones, little ones being pushed forward and side to side. They confide, no brag their secrets to the wind and offer to protect the treasures of the third world many fathoms below the hull.
I don't succumb to their calling, more or less their temptations, because I have miles to sail, or is that, cables, before I close my eyes to rest for a while.
It's Groundhog Day, so ocean wistfulness is a far away scheme.
I'm sharing Plane to Sea At the Beach Aceo with you for Second on the 2nd linked at Altered Book Lover. It's a chance to share an older post once a month, on the 2nd of each month.
My aceo was first published way back on July 25, 2011. Thanks for visiting.