She Beckons

There is a peace mixed with a restlessness at a sea going marina.

Peace to soak in every moment of calm water, boats, sun. Dinghies coming, dinghies going, good music, a gentle breeze.

But it is a peace filled with a restlessness - for what is to come.

At all times the ocean beckons - I am there and I am out there - especially so at an ocean-going marina.

In many ways I feel more alive suspended between those worlds than at any other time in my life.  

Something Else

Alive or dead - this universe 

Two choices. All this effort, immensity, time - for two choices? 

What an utter waste 

What if there were more

three, four, five, a billion, 10 billion choices?

Put me down for more

Much, much, more