I wish I could be this poetic. Outstanding, as always.

Hi Kath. Yes, wonderful this. The most poetic travelogue ever...meta or micro "phorically", if I may. You are forever at two scopes, maybe more, upclose, and then the large brush takes its turn. How is it I smell the salt air...it is my reckoning you have left it out so I might bring it along as I read, because it is proper to bring it.You haven't stated it, but you have guven me the nod, or a wink, that it is welcome. That is a kindness and a service to every reader. As Voltaire said, "if you want to be a bore leave nothing out." This is coming up for air and awakening from a deliciously distant dream at once. A pure poem, from a truely poetic heart. Delighted. Thank you.

With pleasure I will wait ten minutes for the new day, and a chance to select this as my suggestion for potd. Mercy, fine poetry.

The sea does this to people doesn't it. The vast expanse opening into everything and nothing at the same time. Really nice write lady.

this is so amazing!