a day on the beach

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 a drive to the beach, though the coastal mountains with ice, snow, and even a coyote watching with a full winter coat. always a good omen. standing on the edge of a continent facing an ocean of karma and consequences. has it all caught up to me? have i really ran out of land? there's an ocean in front of me that leads me to believe there's a whole new land of opportunity if i can make it across. fire and angry, hostile natives on land, sharks and undertow at sea with only the promise of the unknown as an option. 

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