Sunshine spills—
Azur sky, parasol pines,
waving to the waves.
Woke up to seagulls singing,
sea masts clicking—rhythmic lullaby.
The port of Cassis stretching, yawning,
beginning again. A hum, a glide, a splash!
Barefoot thoughts at breakfast
Salt air kisses. The day dives out before me.
“May you always have
a shell in your pocket
and sand in your shoes.”
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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