A Walk in the CloudsOn Santa Rosa Island, a barrier island on the Gulf of Mexico, a cloud being has come to rest upon the sea and sand. I walk out into it where no other human being appears— perhaps they are wrapped as I am in the soft embrace of a heavenly presence. A gull beats forward from its midst without a sound. The coming cerulean waves arise and dissipate from it.
On the shore line where shells and sea lettuce gather, a translucent blue jellyfish shimmers with the breeze, edged in pale pink diamonds. It is mute. The sky is mute. I am mute. The white cloud being has silenced us all. Where sand, sea, and sky blend my feet are invisible and the prints they make unreadable. I am suspended in the cloud with the sea and its creatures and the land and its inhabitants. We are being lifted out of time and place…suspended with only the waves witness to our revelation.
I walk in the cloud, I walk. Then suddenly at a place where a plain of crystal white sand opens and is illuminated by a fine silver light, I fall to my knees in utter gratitude and sob for the sheer joy of being alive on Earth.
On the shore line where shells and sea lettuce gather, a translucent blue jellyfish shimmers with the breeze, edged in pale pink diamonds. It is mute. The sky is mute. I am mute. The white cloud being has silenced us all. Where sand, sea, and sky blend my feet are invisible and the prints they make unreadable. I am suspended in the cloud with the sea and its creatures and the land and its inhabitants. We are being lifted out of time and place…suspended with only the waves witness to our revelation.
I walk in the cloud, I walk. Then suddenly at a place where a plain of crystal white sand opens and is illuminated by a fine silver light, I fall to my knees in utter gratitude and sob for the sheer joy of being alive on Earth.
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Gorgeous.
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