I See
Darkness dispelling as the fingers of the sun rays flicker above the horizon
I Hear
The frightening crashes and whistling through the rocks become quiet crescendos
I Smell
Dry salt and the wisps of pine flow towards my senses
I Feel
Stray beads of salt infested water fall upon my out stretched hands
I Taste
Tentatively, the unbidden drink
And recall a time when the world again became as new as the dawn.
- In response to viewing Rocky Coast (Promontory on Misty Morning) by Eilshemius
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