of Earth and Sea

Early morning, second avenue is still quiet after the storm. A young man in last night's suit walks home. We escape the city before it begins to boil. Head east until you can smell the ocean. Stop and feel your lungs begin to breathe. 

Summer races towards an end but you still feel invincible. Still make plans for sunny adventures and cold drinks in late summer evenings. You were always slow on the pickup, so perhaps it isn't more than right. You count your blessings to live in a place where there's time for you to come around. 

You are perpetually counting your blessings to be here.