Peace is sitting on driftwood, gazing across the shell-encrusted sand to the far distant sea.
Peace is the free-flowing music from behind the dunes and the sound of toddlers splashing in the distant lido.
Peace is knowing that, right now, all that exists is here and now.
For a moment, peace infuses me, silences me, requires nothing of me.
I breathe. As words come I type, elbows on thighs, hands cupping phone, thumbs on keypad.
I gaze without looking. I feel the breeze. I smell and taste the salty air. I hear without listening.
I am at peace. I and peace are one.
