The ocean smells so delicious early morning, before the sunscreen comes out. It almost commands you to sit quietly alone and contemplate your sorrows. Waves rolling in, waves rolling out. How did I make it this far? From the mountain tops of Montana... I feel like I've waited my whole life to sit for a minute and gaze at the sea.

Why am I moving so fast when I don't want this to end? I don't want to go home. I don't know where my home will be. I feel so protected out here... So protected and completely free.

I miss you...