There’s something about the ocean. It draws me. 

The sound of the waves. Watching them roll in and out and in again.

A gentle reminder that it’s not so bad this world we live in. And even if we are swept up by the tides of life it will make its way back to shore one day. 

Me: I’m too impatient for my own good. Missing my hidey hole. 


Photo: Ocean Grove beach groyne. What’s left of it after years of being pounded by the waves.