On Sunday evening Jordan and I sat on the shore. While he read I sat and watched the waves.
I am making excursions into poetry, though I find it difficult to make whole pieces. I am content at the moment to let words shape themselves around themes and discover nuances I have missed or overlooked.
While I sat I attempted a poem about the waves. But the task became clearly larger than my ability, so I simply sat and pulled as many words as I could think to describe the waves motion. Here is my list:
…And that was all I came up with before we had to return to camp for supper.