I've needed rocking for a long while. Broad, watery arms hugging, then releasing. Hugging, releasing. Sunlight dancing on the shores of longing. So still. The rocking rhythm dances toward me, then backs away. It's quiet but for the rhythmic lullaby of water on rock, sand.
I sit in peace. Dog body close at hand. A slight quiver of nose, quick turn of head announce a presence. Quickly felt, and gone. Sunlight's liquid dance sparkles; hot fireworks V toward early evening, breaking like a wave on shore.
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