Coastal calls

Down the lighthouse elevator we go to the rocks on the coast. Tourists eat lunch out on the ocean, a father teaches his son about the fish. We jump feet first to the green blue skyline and watch the divide.

Cut up bottoms of feet on the mass of rocky islands, lay out in the sun. Watch the traffic of schools of minnows steering through the maze. Chocolate crawls into forest and up to muted shield. It explodes into a sprout of trees, and on to puffy clouds.

The sky sings its song of blue, the perfect ocean day.