Local

The breeze from the ocean is coming in the sliding glass door on my left. It is cool and slight; sends chills across my skin.. good chills. The skin I wear is a golden bronze color, warm from the inside, radiating heat. I lay on the beach today with sand between my toes and in my hair and against my shoulders.. looking up at a blue sky, listening to a blue ocean - feeling like a local.
The surfboard sticks to the curve of these waves.. saltwater champagne, bubbles everywhere. Purple and blue jellyfish on the shore. No sharks in sight.
This is my peaceful rebellion for the day, the chance to look out to sea and wonder to myself at myself.
Looks down at his hands and his legs wrapped around his surfboard.. looks beneath the surface of the water he sits on.. looks as little fish circle around him.
Blessed like colors are blessed.



Andrew Tipton