About Me

When she woke up and rubbed sand out of her eyes the realization of where she was finally started to sink in. Her foot steps felt as heavy as the barrels she had seen being loaded onto the dock at dusk last night. The soft wind made her hair dance as she made her way through the maze of the old house and out onto the veranda. The floor boards creaked and made her wonder just how ancient the house may be. The house's age didn't matter to her though, because of the fact that it was hers and she loved it. The air was made of salt, filling her lungs as if she was already in the depths of the ocean. The waves stood still as she recognized exactly where she was, paradise. Her past was behind her as she thought, "It doesn't get better than this."