dawn, always new, often superb, inaugurates the return of the everyday

under the roar the waves break, the wind picks up

overlooking the gardens, rhythms blur

the constellations result from an act of magic

or the movements of the molecules and atoms that compose it

frictions (water meets sand in Dover)

the pedestrians move around them like waves around a rock

nothing is immobile

the profusion of miniscule life

time and space, the cyclical and the linear

a balcony does the job admirably