Drifting with no particular direction in mind though seemingly going down. The vast sea with its greens and blues swirl around and splash colors of the rainbow in the air. Freedom is often described like this yet there is a bondage one does not know till the experience becomes intimate. At the swell of the tide, there is a glimpse of the world yet; the tide has a valley that occurs after the high. Curious now, the sun is refracted as if looking out from under the water … the warmth of the air seems to be replaced by the cold of the water … now, there is very little blues and greens, the black blanket is covering the eyes … yes, no longer does one ride the waves … one sinks to the frigid depths entombed by the dark blanket. ~b
I am 45 years old, married, and have 4 children. I dream as a child and think as an adult. I try to enjoy every day along this journey.