Meditative wishful thinking

Lying on the wooden planks of a boat dock reaching far into the “Mobile Bay”, like a hunter my IPhone in position, the view changed between distance and display, fixing the play of colors of clouds and sun, I listened

the rolling sound of the waves,
the children’s voices,
imbued with

“Oh my god! It’s great, really!”

the maternal regulation,

while the sun silently retreated the red tones changing deeper and deeper behind the horizon
and I can’t think of anything else
quiet …