postcards

First Days of Many

Can you believe it is the first day of many?

Dazed and confused.

Hair crimpled.

Nails long.

Standing still.

In a tide

of waves,

tickling my toes.

My hair sandy blonde

blowing gently

under the starry night.

I no longer feel the cold,

my heart is warm.

I am in Love!

2005 24th March