I went for a walk in my heart and there, all unsuspected by me, was an area of unfinished cosmic art.
The sounds of waves set briefly free by the sea filled my ears as they gently caressed the shore; and there was cool, moist air for me to breathe.
Brilliant wildflowers, reds, yellows and blues in wonderful good humor raced over the hillsides chased by the breeze.
Framing the dawn was an old wooden bridge set to the left over there while cliffs and empty beaches beckoned the early visitor.
It was a spot so generously, wonderfully pretty that did I dare I would fill it again with you standing there by the seashore.