As the wind shifts...

I miss the silence that I once felt. There was a destination that made me concerned of less people and more place. I enjoyed the air, the present. I enjoyed. Now it's back to that feeling...

I hope to capture the wind that creates beauty in the waves

As life continues to pass I begin to cherish parts of this world more and more. What could be consider to some unimportant I try to look at in a different light. Not dwelling on the past or looking to the future, but being present. The fleeting eye contact with a stranger, the sincere smile from a friend. How spending an hour with someone can have such an impact on your day. Seeing the raw beauty when you actually are able to hold eye contact and not just blush and look away. To actually enjoy the depths of the sea of blue/green/brown or whatever color one sees their eyes. To look past the screen that captivates so many and actually see the the sky for what it is. Listening to waves crash and feeling the wind against my skin. Embracing the chill of the ocean as it tackles skin and pushes through. To feel weak in the seas and still try to embrace the ocean. Watching sunsets and praying the sunrise the next day will be just as beautiful. Even if you can't see the light through the fog there will always be light through the fog. There will always be another sunset. Temperatures will rise and thermostats will fall. Regardless of how you feel I wish this world would be our constant. I wish that the ocean will always have life and that we move on to greener pastures. To not destroy but embrace this planet. We are becoming parasites in a world where mutual-ism is the only answer.