Sitting cross-legged, facing the ocean, comforted by the gentle hum, the scale .. all a fading blue .. and then the golden streak .. I'm awake and dancing, fencing with my camera, in and out of the golden streak.
It seems that nature is my lover. Every so often she calls and I respond. I grab the gear, jump in the car and drive in the direction that whispers. I never know exactly what my lover has in store, or where we'll meet to move and breathe and touch, to kiss the wind, to dance through the sand and accept the ancient quivering current... When I return home, to rest a while and bask through the frames of our liaison, I want to offer the jewels … could it be my lover is also yours?
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