Everything Fell Where They May

I am sending this to you in parts to open myself and share the process of what comes next. And so, here I am Send me, I say….What else do I have left to lose? Part 1: The waves are folding close to the shore this morning. The sun is mostly hidden by a drape of gray clouds with open patches that allow the sun to break through. I can feel the warmth when the drapes peel back. But that’s fine.I guess today is not a beach day for most. I can dig it . . .The beach is not vacant by any means. No, not at all.However, I assume the usual clientele are elsewhere and doing something else, which, of course, brings no consequence to me.No.I much prefer this moment as it is. The beach is my sanctuary and so, this is perfect. The sands are mostly empty and free from its usual bodies that lay as worshippers of the sun.All is quiet as opposed to the summery commonplace with little pales playground kiddies who build sandcastles and collect shells or dig with little plastic shovels that are either…