Ocean Morning

whoosh, Rhythm of waves lapping against the sand, deep blue and dark crests lined with white sea foam, quiet air filled with natural noise, cold and brisk morning surrounds me. I stare over the water into the horizon, then back to the blank notebook I'm holding. I came here for inspiration. Before I know it, blue and black loops and lines run over the page. And now, hundreds of notebooks, napkins, paper scraps all filled with my words, all filled with my free time. The way to transform thoughts, feelings into words Passionate words, resounding and beautiful like the ocean. Anytime alone or bored when I forget to bring something to do, I write. No boredom, only the challenge of creating art from words.