Cool ocean breezes sweep
across my skin
smelling of freedom
from the confines of big city
with its press of tall buildings
and busyness~
Water moves in sweeping ripples
as the breeze pushes toward me
Tiny ripples in the pond when breezes quicken
Smooth stones below green water
Almost obscured~
My mind relaxes listening to sheets of water
falling on stone, falling down, down,
rushing, my skin deliciously warm~
Now I fear I have overstayed.