Bright and Early

Coral in the sea of emerald, the rolling, crushing waves breaking the beach. Sand thrown aside, rocks thrown in line, and there I am, a pinwheel caught by the wind. One droplet gathered in the clouds. It falls on a single seed somewhere in the desert.
And all I can think about is–
I don’t know where I am.
Lost. But with a lingering hope.
For more. Or less.
One in a million.
And twice as difficult.
To find the sun.

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