swept water, she can feel the gentle breeze;as it longs to peer into her mind, to dance with her heart, to slip into the very core of her soul. She can smell the brine, it teases her as it longs to swallow her in its depths. The sun peeks from behind the clouds, yearning to wrap her in his blanket of warmth. The moon lingers alone in the distance, patiently waiting for night to fall upon them, as he prepares to shower her with his radiant glow. The earth begins to weep, shifting slowly beneath her as he is awakened to the beauty of the glistening, of all that is...Love and Peace, Mynerva
