I have a strong connection to the land of my birth, my continued home. Prairie that dances with the wind, soil that stains the clothes red, mountains that look like ancient gods threw massive boulders everywhere, cold springs that contrast steamy heat, skies full of mood and drama.
But, then, the ocean calls.
Whispers, whispers, yells.
She tangles into my thoughts, she visits in dreams, she crashes against me, weaves saltwater into my hair, leaves me full of ache. Then I want to step out away from the sun-soaked land that cocoons me daily and drive toward this:
And, gleefully, it will happen soon enough. I will dance in her waves, and she'll dance in mine. ♡
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