Day 304 - a Year by the Sea

A bright windy day. There were plenty of planes overhead but it was strangely quiet in spite of the jets. The birds were out of sight except for this artifact. It was lying on the spartina close to another feather. Perhaps there had been a gull tangle. In any case, it added to the zen calm of the day. Wandering close to the edge of the marsh can be a form of wandering by the teeming void, a sort of ambulatory meditation. It empties you out but you’re not empty. There something else there.

Ciao!

-Jorge

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