Upon open window’s sill reflect out wonderings regarding both worry and will.

Wind carries away mental woes quicker than a fastballer’s throws.

Curiosities, like cockades above brims, stick to the mind, covering dims.

Pane as fomite shall not merit press of cheek, but sea-spray saline-sanitised may elicit viewer’s to-self speak.

Squantum awaits at beach across the dock, but happy still breezes during journey’s tick and tock. ; )