11 . 6

sand between my toes from a beach walk before work feels like a tiny act of defiance before making my way into a corporate office filled with carpet. each time i looked down to see sand on my feet felt like another victory for my sacred wild.

a celebration of the sea on the wharf at the ferry terminal … two stingrays gliding through the shallows, the curve of their bodies shaping the water in distinct patterns.

oysters and crab at the end of the day – another way to celebrate the ocean.

i have a song stuck in my head, and all the technology i carry with me is failing to help me hear the original. frustrating.