Sometimes I convince myself that I know what the rest of my life will be like. The path just seems so well mapped out. And then, as it happens for everyone so foolish, all of the sudden there's a landslide and I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff.
This time I found freedom in a new face. I’m planted on this shoreline watching waves roll and I’m not even sure how I got here - not really. But I know its just a layby on a new adventure with no script, no rules, no ties.
You place a canvas in front of me and just wait for me to paint it.
Tonight its tinted pink and blue.
Bright Pink Shores, Bermuda.