I would say long enough.
An excellent assessment, Joanne. The sea responds to gravitational waves from tremendous operations in outer space to form wonders here.
Perhaps a moon phase? Thank you for your lovely poem, Geo. :)
My pleasure, m'Lady, and thanks to a living universe, my privilege as well.
P.S: And thanks for joining subcribers' list!
It's a work in progress. Beautiful piece.
Thanks, Rick! You encourage me.
Everything needs move on to make room for another day.
Wise Arleen, true --it's a good progress without which time would get all clogged up.
Dear Emma, I like the optimism. If Poe's "Raven" had that refrain it would have been a far more cheerful poem.
"forever and a day" sounds about right :)That picture makes me melancholy; for some reason, this particular perspective on the ocean always does - the long sweep of sand, the flat water. I think it goes back to visiting the beach as a child. I can't recall any specific time or incident, but I've seen pictures of us at the shore when I was just a toddler.I do see what you did with the colours of the arrows, there, and am smiling :)
O_Jenny, your "forever and a day" calculus agrees with mine. As to toddlers, I recall a few years back watching a toddler wander from the wet, cool sand toward the dry dunes on a hot day. She began to scream. Her mother, on a beach towel, just watched puzzled. I got up and ran to the child while mom shouted "Stop! What are you doing?" as I lifted the kid and returned her to her mom. "Hot sand," I replied. I hope that kid remembered the fun parts of her beach adventure, and not scorched feet or the man who swept her up.
Why?? Why would her mother not react as you did? Oooooo ... don't get me started ... Thank you on behalf of that little mite and her scorched feet, Geo., because somehow I doubt that her mama thanked you.
Your doubt is correct.
Kind Arleen, had you been on the beach that day, I'm sure we would have collided in rescuing that little girl.
I love the ocean. There is something so mystical about it, as are your words.
I share your love of the ocean, Sandra --ts susurrus, its roars, its crashes and thumps. It is the voice of the stars.