…stirred by the gulls - entranced by their calls, by their swoops and soars - a pageantry of soft, soothing notes, mixed w harsh screeches and and abrupt crashes - at once amusing and concerning, mesmerizing and alerting…
…els, inner voices and spirits in many forms, up and across on one current, down and back on another - our two take it all in, allow it all in - stretching, reaching, embracing, making the most - now re-focusing, retaining their shared spirit, but turning back to their two nemeses…
…part of the tapestry, in their view - shifting away, for a time, for an ethereal space, from the divine and sublime elements and back to these other two, now moving directly into the trail head…
…whew boy - yikes, ma’m - screeching and soaring of a different aspect is about to begin there - already the norm in that lil corner of the sphere - oooooh
Thus their silent thoughts build as one; they lean into each other and erupt at the underlying joy of it - not dismissing the genuine concern, but also not missing the overall humor, they let out their irrepressible laughter, their pi aspect of their own their mutual creation…
…all about them, creatures in convergence - those, like themselves, hugging and soothing - others, like those back there, jumping and waving and darting and exclaiming in their internal, self-sustaining urgency, their antics feeding each other - yes, all part of the pageantry from our elevated view - our elsphere…
…before us, all around us, see, feel how, together, these other wonderful elements balance themselves on the currents - floating then diving - abruptly carving out turns, then, some of them, ever-so-gently and gracefully, allowing themselves to be carried and caressed…
…and then all of these others, carving their own realm within it all, their obsessions of fear and bother feeding a different intensity…
…absorbing all the collective mood, our lovers pivot from these happenings, especially those from their past to other, more beautiful memories…