Yesterday the gentle breeze turned into a tornado threat. We always go to the sea when there is weather brewing, being close enough to seek shelter in a pinch. The edge of a storm is a special treat. Although it turned out to be just a tease, the beach was empty and it was a nice break.
I found some white sea silk. At least that is what i am calling it. It also comes in green.
We sat for a while and I let my thoughts overlap. Today i am thinking that thoughts are like the finest silk. Entrancingly transparent. Weightless despite layering. Always moving, especially in the wind. So tricky to hold. Amazing to touch.
Sometimes hard to tell if it is there at all. Poof.
