I finally passed across that glorious red bridge, the golden gate keeper for all coastal adventures northward. I can smell the ocean from here and something about that large body of water tugs at a place deep inside me.
The Ocean Breathes Salty
The Looking Place
This is where I stand to observe the ebb and flow of my thoughts as they pass through their lifespan, moving from the shore of the horizon just beyond the threshold of my imagination to the shores of consciousness where they crash into reality and explode into existence.
Dinosaurs and Islands of clouds on the horizons shore
In the near distance you can see a giant miniature tugboat. Gigantic compared to me; minuscule. In the far distance beyond the clouds’ shadows you can see an island. An cumulonimbus island where the shore of the horizon meets the ocean. If you walked there you could explore that island that lives just beyond the edge of your imagination.
