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“The Zone”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Zone.”

May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

An instance when I feel i’m in, “The Zone,” is during a run on a beautiful, Texan, summer day. Being kissed by the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze carrying the water from the resaca and brushing against my skin, the smell of freshly blooming jasmine flowers, the gentle gliding of colorful birds, the clear blue skies, the crispness in the air, my favorite songs joyfully filling my ears from the music player, the excited puppies in the yards wagging their tails upon my sight, the movement of my body feeling lighter with each step, the fruity taste upon my lips from my lip balm—makes me feel so in love with the moment. Not realizing I had been running for over two hours, my mind craved to keep going. I felt completely free. I felt completely at peace. It was my zone.

– Surely, Sherley

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

Duck Gang, no quacks allowed.

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

“Yes, i’m fabulous.”

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

Sunset Swim

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015. Two ducks having a swim in the resaca.

Birds perched

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
March 2015, Costa Rica. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015. Birds perched on electricity lines, onlooking the ocean.

The Caribbean Sunrise

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.
Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014. The Caribbean sunrise.

A winding path lies before,

A river’s bends it wore.

The journey started slows for none,

the sands of time fall one by one.

Each step creates a ripple,

Changing the course of fate a little.

The inner voice served as guide,

But a vision did it rarely provide.

What laid ahead remained unknown,

Amidst the dusk loomed the dawn.

The fire within raged ablaze,

Keen to clear the daze.

In the chase to see the end,

The present has condemned.

The moment that is passing by,

is saying its last goodbye.

Standing firmer on the ground,

Unveiled an image so profound.

The sight that bore before,

Revealed a glowing shore.

Lost in the charm ahead,

Tears conveyed the unsaid.

For once the haste ceased to be,

The heart broke free.

Basked in the warmth of the Sun,

The weight of the world becomes undone.

The chorus of the birds beam,

At the emerging of the sea bream.

The swooshing rhythm of waves abound,

the voice within calmly drowned.

Standing before this foaming sea,

Waters blue,

and I, anew.

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.