A church, solitary and steadfast in the night…

The dock looked like something out of a picture book- a beautiful spot for fishing and candlelit dinners in yachts.

As the sun set, it splattered its radiant shades of yellow and orange across the expanse of the violent sea- it had been rainy that day, and the waves battered the rocks with breathtaking amounts of force, bringing with them torrents of wind that nearly knocked us over the railing and down the face of the cliff.

Rainy once more, a boat stood out against the overcast sky- food for writing, I’d say.

The rocks carried the names of many lost, many gained, weddings, anniversaries, birthdays and vacations etched into their faces, stretching all the way back to 1930.

A rainbow rose, resplendent against the darkening sky…

And as I stared out into this winding road, I wondered if there was a point where I had ever felt so truly tranquil in the last few months.

Signing off…