Shannon LaRue

I have daydreams where I jump off a cliff and spin and roll in the air, slowly, impossibly, then crash into the sea. The perfectly warm or perfectly cool sea, blue and green and grey. Not that deep and dark, not that shallow and bright. I sink my knees into the sand under the water, then push to the top and swim to shore. I look back up to the cliff and call for my Love to jump.