When you are
in love with place,
the winds
blow love your way.
Every day
begins and ends
with pure
contentment.
The white, soft sand
blesses
the bottoms
of your feet,
and the dune grass
burns golden
in the amber light
just before dark,
when the sun
goes down.
Your heart
takes flight
on every
eagle's wing,
when you are
in love with place,
and it knows
your name.
My first wordle - 15 words used out of 30.
