Prompt #6: ideal day in sensory details

Vacation before the time of plague

Outside the French doors, dawn stirs.
Tide is out. Sand stretches into the horizons
like Christmas Eve – filled with possibility.

From the kitchen, espresso’s dark fragrance
curls, floating on the breeze from the patio.
My beloved has made the trip to get coffee.

Pelicans soar through the panel of sky
between roof and rail, silent silhouettes
against the cloud-brushed blue.

Soon the sky will dominate this cool tableau
vivid yellow shafts of hot light, scorching sand.
But for now, the day unfurls gently. A sea blossom

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