Our beach has a new look. The violent currents caused the water to cut a new path on the same journey. It's different but familiar. It's lovely.
Sitting alone by the water. I evaluate the new landscape. A little afraid, because I'm fragile, but also at peace because I am also strong and bold. The waters are calmer than last time I was here. Still, they hold the scars of the storm. The shores and currents have found a new way. The shore had to give a bit, while the currents thrashed about, but it held strong enough. It inspires me.
