Capering on the shore where earth and sea collide. Crushed shells a pumice beneath my feet, toes dance the waters of incoming waves. Salt spray and sun adding to the fun. Moonlit walks, afternoon runs, chasing a dog or his forgotten tennis ball, laughing, breathing, all thoughts recede. Stopped momentarily as if guided by the tides. No matter what I see; ships on the horizon, pelicans in a dive, sea glass, shark’s teeth or a glimpse of dorsal fin, stars, the darkness of water set against the blackest of sky, people, creatures, all converge allowing this soul to caper on.