misty mornings reflections
tears slide down the lenses
eyes narrowly focused
chills burn through the layers
kayaks pierce the pond silently,
pink skies bring more
a sailors tale come true,
solitude hides in the cold
in lands no one wants to
venture into more than once,
we are shaken by its mysteries
enamored by its beauty
smothered by its loneliness,
photos do no justice.
April 24, 2025
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