When death and I do finally meet please bring the sea my flesh and bones. A slip knot ‘round my ankles, please, and fasten to a stone. By darkest night or light of day, a strong hull to the waves. Out to where the waters roll, let ocean be my grave. My voice will join a chorus strong. The rhythm of my heart will beat in cadence with the ocean’s song, no victory and no defeat. Flesh to the fish, a promise to keep. Soul to the sea, a dream ever sleep.

I walk the winter walk in the freshly fallen snow with a puppy who knows exactly where to go. We follow her nose, it takes us everywhere. Time becomes elastic and there isn't a care. Suddenly she decides it's time to go back home. She's sleeping on the couch now warm and back home. Mornings don't get any better than this morning's peace and time. The tea is in the cup and the nap will be sublime.