gray skies loom overhead,

fog entrenching the air -

seeping from high clouds down

into hard surfaces of the Pacific,

fine particles of mist

dancing along her ferocious waves;

 

powerful 

                                yet soft

 

they twirl around her in laughter,

delighted to have found a friend -

she churns in response,

her fierce swells quelling into soft laps

crooning like gentle lullabies.

 

sometimes, all it takes is a little kinship

even under the gloomiest skies

to tread icy water, part gray clouds,

conquer fears of hiding behind darkness.

 

sometimes, it is possible for sunshine 

to not only radiate brilliantly 

from above, but also from within.