Sea Foam

The bubbling sound 
of the sea 
lingers in the 
below-freezing air 
as it hits the rocks 
covered in a light 
dusting of morning snow. 
It reminds me of soda. 
Winter. The changing of 
weather patterns 
makes my body repel 
from outside activity 
but I seek out the sea 
regardless for its beauty 
and mystery compels me to it,
gratitude bubbles to
the surface of my being,
like soda, the sea foam of
believing in what is
is what will be. 

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1. The soda comparison caught me—that specific sound, fizz hitting rock and ice. There’s something honest about naming the body’s resistance to cold while still going anyway. The sea pulls despite comfort.

   That last turn, “believing in what is / is what will be”—gratitude as foam, as bubble, as the thing that rises without effort when you stop fighting the temperature and just show up at the water’s edge.

   Simple observations that land somewhere deeper. This works.

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