Possibilities...

One more full day until I leave for the coast.  I was hoping to detach myself from tentative ties here.  And yet carrying a slim hope that that beautiful stretch of beach with it's windswept trees might be a catalyst for something as beautiful and enduring.

I don't know, it could go either way.  I'm not in control anymore.  All I really know is that I cannot wait to walk along the strand, feet cold and sandy, smell the ocean air, hear the seabirds plaintive calls, feel the fog as it creeps in to blanket the cove.

The New Year has so many possibilities.

Peaceful dreams.