Coastal Winter 🌊

 Stop / Start

Rain begins,
stops,
begins again— 🌧️
as if the sky can’t decide
what it needs.

Cold air on my face,
bike tires whispering on wet pavement 🚲
the ocean breathing winter 🌊

In some places
people pray for rain 🙏
Here, we bargain with clouds ☁️
and dream of sun ☀️

The light is dimmed,
not dark—
just muted,
like the world turned down a notch 📱

Crows crack mussels on the path 🖤
sharp sounds, deliberate.
Above them, gulls rise together 🕊️
circling, answering something unseen.

No photo.
No umbrella. ☔
Just the ride,
the weather in my blood,
and a moment
that knew my name ✨