Change would abound, from posing for my own piece on the beach where I would lose muscle tissue from my arm in the adjacent sea, capricious as she is, to learning a new language, changing my diet, sleep, and all that I leave unspoken. Trading what I'd once thought was 'the substance, for the shadow'.

A summer nights dream whisked away
with the wind
soon, it would be autumn
A feeling felt already
under the skin of soft feet
a crack of cold, hard from the dying ground
I was already long gone by the time the sun shone
seeing the boat to take me there
could only seem seaworthy,
of a man,
with a wish so dark
as the midst of night