Ocean Spray~Haibun

Day 20 of OctPoWriMo. Prompt: Mountains or oceans.

Oh, how I love the ocean’s spray. It kisses my face as I near the vast and turbulent sea. It is a promise of the salty depths into which I fling my hot and tired body. Those healing waters that wash away the tension of life. The sound of the sea at full tide reaches out and masks the noise of society. The cars, and planes fly overhead but I can not hear them through the rhythmic advance and retreat of the watery heartbeat of our mother earth. This water of life is my home.

In the mountains high

Listen! The wind through the pines

Hear the waves of the sea.