I didnt write this, posted by a guy named scorpio. Pretty neat.




There is a place of Quiet Solitude,
but where the senses titillate within every nuance, like raw nerve endings.

Taunt to the excitement of siren surroundings, yet becalmed by sounds of violence.

The ocean crashing against rocks that over time reduce them to rubble and then sand.

Everything vibrant within you and about you, is suddenly heightend by the natural life that pervades your soul.

The crabs scurry to and fro, from beach sand to sea sand, clicking their pincers in a cadence known only to them and their closest predators...while Old Sol lends warmth and brightness through a golden hue.

Baby sea turtles make a break for the surf in their frenzied race for survival.
Possibly faster than at any other time in it's life, zigging and zagging while evading whatever and everything from sea level to the skies. It knows fear but not why, a survival gift from nature.

The sweet scent of lightly salted breezes emanating from southeast winds, while pulsations climb from fishing line through rod and reel and ending in mental psyche, as pitched battle ensues betwween man and a sea bourne quarry,

Thus when the battle is won, there are no loosers as the beautiful lifeform is returned from whence it came and the appreciation of Quiet Solitude is again sampled, before awakening to a crowded beach.
Scorpio