standing on the shore, my feet sore and blistered, from too many steps through the warm wet sand.
I wonder why am i here? and not looking for a woman to be in love with.
but i don't wonder long, this situation needs little explaining, although describing it would be exhausting.
every night, i pass hours walking, waiting as i walk, to cross paths with a turtle from the sea.
so i can watch her, and touch her, and if necessary, help her put her eggs in a safe place.
now i walk alone, in the sense that the only conversation i can have is in my head.
but i am surrounded by life, by warmth, by lights in the sea, in the forrests, and in the sky.
Copyright Jan. 3, 2005 X Mackay