New Beginnings

In the mornings, when I head to the beach, it's often foggy, especially in the spring. There's something haunting about its mist, both rising from the water and descending from the sky.

The sun starts to burn it away and blue sky peeks through, like hope.

During low-tide, you can walk through the hole in that cave and feel like you are somewhere that very few people have ever been and anything is possible.

Again the pathways, leading anywhere you need to be, everywhere I want to be at any given time... (will be there again soon: I promise.)