At sunset, I parked my car and walked towards the ocean. A gust of wind lifted the sail.
Breathtaking!
He steadied himself, then walked down the stairs. His dreadlocks streaming behind him, like kelp.
The wind was strong. It was what he wanted. Encased, his muscles quivered with anticipation.
He faced the ocean. This, Poseidon.
Without a backward glance, he let the waves take him away.
I stood alone. The wind wailed with me.
In his element, no longer of land, he became a creature of the sea.
Until next time,
As always,
a dawn bird
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