slow crack seeps light into my morning, spilling from the horizon across yonder oceans. my penultimate blue circumstance finds me down on the shoreline, wading in shallow water in exultation of the source of light in this universe. it's dawn and the day is breaking out into perfection. colours bleed away into one another, the sound of the sea is the sound of living, blood circulates through my body, the ceaseless pulse as flesh meets spirit.

for a moment i inhabit all dimensions, if only i could stay like this, everywhere and nowhere, a vast explosion of now.

snap back mission, the elastic surface of consciousness pulls me back into another day. i wanna just escape but newtonian physics is such a drag.

back on the shore people are moving around, joggers and dog walkers, fishermen and paper delivery boys. some yoga women stretching in the sun, silhouetted against the water, it all looks pretty as a postcard.

i walk up the hill, to the lookout, not really for any other reason other than to look out. i see up the coast, the entrance in the distance. i asked someone what the entrance was the entrance to. they gave me a good answer. it's the entrance to the north coast.

i gaze out at the ocean, remarkable patterns of waves down below, a few boats rocking gently in the harbour. some pelicans follow a fishing boat into shore, it's a beautiful thing to watch, simple and real. my head starts to de-clutter. 

the phone call from work, i can't really talk still, splutter a few words and then cough. they apologise and hang up. i wonder what that was all about.

i'm decompressing from work, it's good, my bones begin to relax, another week and i'll be almost normal. i go drink some japanese tea at the taiwanese organic place where the vietnamese girl works. i'm not sure how but we end up talking about schools and education, how when we went to school we didn't want to but now kids love it. i say i never learnt anything at skool, it was a waste of time for me. they laugh and i take my tea and sit on the bench watching the waves and listening to a guy playing mandolin. his song wafts across the way like a wonderful soundtrack to the morning, a harmonious synchronisation of sound and colour. the days are slow and simple. i am enjoying this time free from working, free from everything. it's good to just relax and smell the flowers. let my head empties out a trail of junk.