Sitting on a bay, hanging your legs over the water swinging them up and down, back and forth, to the rocking rhythm of luscious lake water, singingly sucking in humid air lively as a water wave one after the other crashes against the wooden wailing walls of the dock, deeply darkly submerged.
Sailing sadly in a seesawing sailboat seeing burning candles aboard, drowning waywardly without life preservers, bouncing back and forth in boats, a memory of a memorial of your family ancestry.
Fires on board, lighting up a dismal dark night, rowing in a rowboat, kayaking in a kayak, surfing on a surfboard, sifting sands into sandcastles.
Laying out in the sun as a noontide approaches, seemingly safe so not swimming.
Poetically meditating, sucking in, breathing in fresh wisps of sea air blowing on you, soaring with skimming rocks off the glassy surface of the lake, not aiming at ducks.
Kicking sifting sand with your foot, out deeply suspended over water rescued by a sandbar, wishing as watery waves wash off insecurities.
Watching a new sunrise, a red rubber ball bouncingly hopping over a horizon line easterly, lifting, mingling with covers of clouds, turning a blue sky blood red!
Red skies sailors' warning! A Shofar screaming out the music of a ram's horn!
Red Cardinal birds building nests, the comforts of home, flying in silver linings of sailing clouds safely in the brilliant beams of the burning rays of the sun, golden.
Flipping gold coins, heads or tails, randomly, forever luckily, but knowingly learnedly, to be a forethought plan following a directional map.
Wondering wandering seaward then homeward with health as your wealth, welcoming a new year, forthcoming as a sweet sea floating with apples and honey, a Rosh Hashanah, soon coming to be a time of joy!
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