remember standing in a tall forest, seashell wave sounds came to me as
the wind crested the trees. Like some small creature of the kelp forest I
gazed up at the branches, the sense of a world above them was strong.
I feel I am ashore, perhaps in a fibro shack behind the dunes. Or could
I be high on a grassy hill. The world has shrunken to my own four walls
and the sounds of the ocean of wind.