Early Morning. Thunderstorms Rolling. Windows Open. Oceans Churning. Raindrops Falling. World Turning.
Pen and Paper. Everything I need. Just listening to the ocean. I always wanted a simple kind of life.
A long line made up of spectacular tiny moments of pure joy. Those split seconds where your heart is so happy. They are real. They carry you through.
The more you let the feeling in the more these moments string together.
It is when you stop counting that you realize every second is that moment.
- Cape May -
July 27, 2015
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