You can't get any better than this: Falmouth Heights Beach, sun, sea breeze-17 knots, not too many people, lounge chair, good book, cool drink, and a sleepy morning.
Seacoast Boulevard
My prayer place is at the very end,
where steps of stone just fade away
into eternal depths of sea and sun.
Sailboats reverence, bow, and genuflect.
The nun buoys bob and ring, antiphonally.
The wind intones a canticle, a psalm.
And I announce the glory due today.
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