Going & Arriving
/The road is long, of this I’m sure. Maybe that’s why we’re always going and arriving. Arriving and going.
Read MoreThe road is long, of this I’m sure. Maybe that’s why we’re always going and arriving. Arriving and going.
Read MoreAmong the smell of fresh seafood lingering in the streets. While standing on a surfboard three times out of 100 just to feel the weight of the ocean. During my aimless sprints to catch the setting sun. In all of this, I find myself at home.
Read MoreOh, how I wish big for all the directions I have yet to set foot on.
Read MoreSometimes you have to pull yourself off the grid for a little while. Let your bucket take its sweet time filling up. Drop by drop, this is how it begins.
Read MoreIn the glow of a West Coast Winter.
Read MoreI learned it all again in this honest, honey-gold beach town.
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