This last summer, our youngest daughter, while walking with my wife along the beach said, “I can really see you and dad moving here… it is so relaxing, so beautiful.” We laughed later about it, such an absurd idea. And yet… the seed was planted. All summer long, my daughter sent photos… like the selfie looking like a Corona advertisement… bare feet pointed to the waves, toes pointed upward to the sun painting the sky with a warm yellow-orange glow. Find your beach!
Dream a little! I could finally escape the stress. Choose a new path before the current one killed me. Finally resurrect woefully neglected writings. Complete that novel that no one would read.