Breaze on the Cliffs
I felt the breeze on my face, up close. warm. coming off of the ocean and sweaping up nice and close for intimacy. It whispered in my ear and then she sat, we sat together and watch the stars. Cacophany of ecstatic firings in my brain fusing this moment with others, with my being, with others’ being. Began writing the memories that would become part of who I am. (and what I wasn’t, what I didn’t have, what I’d lost).