I arrive before the light – just sayin’
the air so fresh it has no scent at all
the gulls still on the water
which is pale green with a ruffle of bubbling white wave
under indefinable sky.
I commandeer the lifeguard station steps
Stiffly sitting, fumbling for the camera option…
It’s early March & a chill 68
Yet a young thing in an orange sundress
Poses for her senior pictures, in just-visible light
Her friend in a heavy jacket, boots up to there
While Barefoot girl smiles & combs back her hair.
The world between us – me in wrinkles, she in burgeoning sun.
Riding the Light 
This is just delightful. I am there with you.
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