Peace

Sand beneath my feet Rushing waves near; in sight and sound So blue. So free. I smell the sea. The distant sun covers me in warmth A gentle breeze brushing against my skin My soul responds with the deepest of inhales I take it all in And almost as if I’ll never take that breath…

A different kind of morning

This morning I woke up to the very familiar sound of pounding and digging. There is new construction going on behind my house. This is quite a different sound than what I’d been blessed to wake up to during my days spent in Swansea, Wales. Each morning my ears were greeted by the harmonic sound…