|09:42 am - Sunlight|
One day, a soft breeze bringing the scents of seaweeds from the South. Another, a stronger colder wind from the North, cleaning air out, rising waves up, inviting surfers sometimes from as far as New Mexico. One morning the horizon covered with clouds, barely letting the Sun in. Another but a vague vail of mist and subtle haze, or rain and then rainbow thrown over the gulf.
It is clear, I am one lucky man living in this paradise. So, I wonder, perhaps I should start selling tickets, each morning a brand new show. It surely would put me right there in the great tradition of master-thieves going back to the Buddha himself who was "selling water on the river bank". But, perhaps, I could do one better. How about selling sunlight on the shore of the Mexican Gulf
another dawn --
the ocean too chants
to Quan Yin