taking stock

what matters is this –

that there are cranes strolling in the shallows –
a silhouetted grace against the sky’s dying bloom

that the waters of the sound cradle the brilliance
that pinkens the hills and wash the dusklight onto shore

that chilled feet are soaked in sandy shoes
and blue jeans are wet up to the knees

that cold hands find each other in the dark
and that beauty remains long after the day has gone

© Sarah Whiteley

A rough couple of days punctuated by the absolute perfection of a stroll along the Puget Sound at dusk on Saturday evening. I am so very lucky to have special friends who know just how to help me put things in perspective.

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