Having once lived through tumultuous times,
We learn to appreciate boring:
The simple pleasure of a gray-blue sky,
Littered with fluffy clouds,
Sharp verticals of tall grass,
Not needing to be cut,
Waves splashing on the rocks and beach,
A seagull’s salt-scented cry
And the reassuring promise of a distant shore —
All balm to the troubled soul.
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