We only just met and I miss you. I am the sea where the tide massages the sand, sometimes in the sunlight, sometimes in the moonlight. That night, it was massage with no moonlight. The seals were too far away to be barking for us. The conifers were upland, certainly not coming out for our midnight snack. Though some of them were burning. I am like a wave, not anything moving with the motion, as the water only moves up and down. And yet, I am a thing in myself. And we were a thing in ourselves. Roaring into the night. Quietly at first, as the pine logs simmered, crackled, embered. And then with wild abandon. Kilograms, a metric tonnage, smashing together in the surf. Certainly visible, even though there was no moon. But the pride was not on our minds. We were a lion and the night was our antelope. May we feast again, every night, in our dreams, and one day taste the surf again where the sand meets the sea.
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Roman Ryan 