Small fish swim within the thin stems and generous leaves of a kelp forest.
Late Afternoon
The Edge of An Ocean

Day and Night
Without Hostility
Calm
. . .
There is nothing so beautiful as the forest where I live under sunlight. I have not made this place. I do not own even the tinniest part of this place. Yet I am welcome here, and free to make my way forward and back, side to side, up or down, and for as far as I wish.
I look ahead: here through the rippling tides of kelp are my friends, my family. Here is all we need: the clean ocean water, sunlight, and leaves.
