Loud seagulls squawk happy playing early, playing flying, light. Sun will soon raise, ground smells fresh, wet, bright, few clouds. The Ocean watches serene, bleu mirror the sky. Majestic mountains witness another day birth. The City still sleeps, few of us walks around, Saturday is still too young.
And next week we'll have you writing poetry for this page too! (great idea.)
ReplyDeleteWonderful idea - places by ernesto! Your description takes me to the beach and bring back memories of mornings just like this. Good book background choice too.
ReplyDeleteLove that photo!
ReplyDeleteEnergetic and enthusiastic!
ReplyDeleteInteresting style:something between poetry and short story.
Nice photos.