Yesterday, I had an email conversation with a friend who was just waking up in Byron Bay Australia to the sweet sounds of the magpies, and who plans to surf Christmas day. Morning came early today with the sounds of surf and the rolling feeling as waves pass underneath my surf board, it’s like being gently rocked by the hand of God. Fleeting memories circle my soul like a soft ocean breeze, past moments I try hard to embrace, realizing if I blink all will disappear. It’s impossible not to blink, as morning whispers my name and I am caressed / blessed with another day. Be mindful of the fragile scent of today.
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