A violent storm stirs in an awakening, bitter and cold. A brilliant sun above the horizon glowing, a sight to behold. For all the hate...

The songs of the waves beckoned me, singing of memories of an existence that has lived for millennia compounded by time without end.

Perhaps grief is a way for love to persevere-A story of how I found one of the greatest loves of my life, cherished it & inevitably lost it.

One person's view on what growing up does to us. In our pursuit of success, have we lost the ability to enjoy the simple pleasures in life?