no point wallowing even in perceived (or not) comfort.
that getting-up intent whether we succeed or don't -- that motivation; that drive to m o v e -- keeps us alive makes us well and, once up, happy as hell to internalize
Me? Sun and sand born, before the multitudes had time to outlaw the sun or clutter the sand in throw-away shades of discoloration.
What have I? I have age, counted in grains the Gulf tries hard to keep clean, and stir with activity. And that sound you hear is the waves, beating for this windturned heart.
Something to smile about, and nod "Yes".