Here I found myself at yet another benchmark of life, and in the same location no less. The cycle had moved, and again I was in good graces. It was a sunny spot where I could scoop up white sand, smelling the salt in the air from the tide. One where the alligator tail was fresh, the drink kept flowing, and the sun kept shining.
The earth may have shook, but I didn't feel it. The malaise had left me, and I was lost in the pull of the waves as the sun looked down. What is beyond that horizon? I am looking west to home, but I can see my life, once again, just beginning. Another beautiful day, annoyances cast aside, with happiness surrounding me. I can't say it was self-satisfaction, at least not as I continued to look at that horizon. And it kept looking back at me.
All I felt it was telling me was that I was living life. And then I looked up, and in an instant, saw the image above. Sure enough, there it was...in the horizon. I realized I was not alone.
