Solara

🌀 ZigZag Tricks

Sun Confetti

Star Puddles

The beach had been collecting

sunlight all morning.

Nobody knew where it planned

to keep it. Maybe in a treasure

box.

The waves seemed involved.

Each one arrived carrying

an armful of sparkles, ready

for a New Years Party.

Each one left the party

carrying more.

This was considered excellent

beach behavior.

Solara appeared sometime

between the seventh shimmer

and the first seagull flap.

The timing remains disputed.

A patch of ocean unfolded into

a field of moving stars like neon

Trix in a bowl of milk.

The waves were pleased. The

stars seemed happy to help.

Farther down the shore, a

sandpiper mistook a reflection

for tomorrow.

The reflection waved.

The sandpiper waved back.

Several sunbeams gathered near

a tide pool and formed a choir.

Nobody understood the lyrics.

The tide pool glowed anyway.

A crab became briefly convinced

it was walking through the night sky.

The sky declined to comment.

By midday, the beach had

multiplied the sunlight so many

times that nobody could remember

which sparkle arrived first.

The waves didn't seem concerned.

They simply kept passing the light

to one another.

Like a secret.

Like a game.

Like something the ocean had

been practicing for years.

Near sunset, the last shimmer

drifted toward the horizon to find

out who turns the stars on.

Solara followed it.

The beach grinned behind them.

And the moon smiled upside down.

The earth whispered, "Wheee."

And there are popsicles on

Thursdays.

Horizons are always there

Light takes the scenic route

— Spunky Mind

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