white caps

out my window the ocean is indigo blue as the sun sets pink clouds are forming soon a pale yellow sky. the other islands canyons are loosing definition by shadows overtaking the contour and light of the terrain. out there the waves crest as they come through the channel. rolling, surfacing, folding upon themselves, repeating until finally they hit shore after 2000 plus miles. How many miles have I done until finally I stop and rest upon the shore. I am on the shore from this ocean of discontent, the cycle of this relentless restlessness. The spirits are good here, content, even happy. They are not restless. I know I need to relenquish all control and let the paint fly... let the images I make speak to me, for me.