Between the mountains and the sea.

There are shapes and forms that I see and fall in love with every day...

When sunlight fades over the river at the end of the day, as I walk towards home (here or afar), and the soft ripples of the shallow waters form vast ovals that are ever-shifting.

When the hum of the city forms a gentle cloud over my mind — the cloud of a city that I had never known, that is louder than my hometown but that bears all the softness that my body would ever need.

When I accidentally kick a small piece of gravel and it bounces along the footpath, reminding me that the stones here are different but they move in the same, lightfooted way that I know.

These are the shapes and forms that I have come to love, and yet I cannot see myself in any of them. I do not know where to place myself amongst these earnest impressions of time and place.

I merely float,

Adrift.

Between the mountains and the sea.

Waiting for the ebb and flow of the salty water to take me where I need to be.

I will wait a moment more.

I will linger if required.

Let us see where I will land amongst the salty water and the quiet breeze that ruffles the mountains when I wake at dawn.