The rhythm overtakes my conscious thought
I am drawn, then held captive
My heart slows to match it’s beat
Eyes close, I feel the pulse of the waves
Maine summer – both calming and exhilarating, a flurry of activity, some hurry at work so others can relax, cool, then warm, then cool again. Fog and sun and the smell of the briny sea. This rock coast – a land of contrasts.