Could it be the salty air, ocean breeze
Or the beach
Nearby, I think
More than these things
It is the seagull soaring
She spreads her wings
Softly slips her feathered form through clear, cloudless skies
She is me
Elsewhere
A profile of freedom
I moved to the beach in the early 70’s while my friends were settling in Manhattan. No one could quite grasp why I decided on this hour long commute to work … Read More
