For me...

That’s for me.
The darkening purple haze on the horizon and the rhythmic lapping of the waves.
That’s for me.
The seaside apartment just a short walk from the rocky cliff and the ocean, huge and immaculate.
That’s for me.
The howling cry that erupted from my mouth, alone in the car.
That’s for me.
The comforting feeling of sitting on granite, arms around my bent legs hugging myself in the sea breeze.
That’s for me.
Whatever I am called on to do: for family, for friends, neighbors or job.
This is for me.
An ocean side home, a cat waiting on the couch. The sea breeze and the smell of old salt and fathoms of depths that beckon.
That is all for me.