salty altar

oh the cheeky silvery smirk, how she coyly dangles herself into this pastel wonderland. what a powerful little minx she is, just flirting herself into a fresh cycle, tiptoeing in her full radiance... i know the feeling.

and oh the sky, the sky blushed long after the sun made his grand departure. every shade of light and every spectrum of color. the spectators recount, it was a visual symphony of love, really.

and as he set, i rose. feeling myself vividly awake in a lucid dream. melting my skin against the ice cold flesh of the ocean, every hair on my body standing in full attention. each breath slow and surreal. pressing my chest against the sandy floor, beneath eager waves bursting to the shore.

dewy with the evening mist and the saltwater not yet dry, i walked back to my sweet nest on wheels, sand sprinkling itself upon the pavement with every movement.

a crystalline homecoming to these sentimental coastal waters. devotion to this salty altar still brings forth playful prayer and effortless inspiration in me... i imagine it always will.