September six, conversations in writing and literature.

Here I am again with you who follow me. I hope that you will send me writings of your own, and of others whom you like.

 A moment on the beach:

The beach is empty but for two women walking their dog. The waves explode with spume, in a wild display, magnificent and frightening, scintillating under the sunrays. Frightening when one knows the weather moods, the winds, the ocean, the potential destruction of a storm. So while it is exciting to watch the ocean's fury, or beautiful art display, I inspire the fresh air and mist with joy and a certain element of fear.