Shared with Melissa’s FFFC #360 picture prompt

Shifting into sunrise

the rats race behind me

while I wave at the horizon


“Good morning, fresh air”


My good friends, the gulls

hopefully jig,

gold glinting in sharp eyes


The sea laps, the sea laps, the sea laps


As your worlds wander by

wondering how I can be so happy

sitting on a wall, staring at the sea


Head held high,

shifting into sunset

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Prepare For The Storm

The struggle is great, the task divine
So meet the storm with preparations
Within, without, we’re always fine
Because of our solid foundations