, , , ,

Braving the storm I wandered onto the sand. At the right spot, I was able to taste both the salty mist from the sea and the fresh water of the rain as they soaked me from head to toe. In the background a lighthouse and fog horn worked in concert, adding a touch of dramatic atmosphere in their routines of guidance for safe passage.

It was there, in the chaos of weather and waves, I felt alive. It was there I found tranquility. It was there I would smile.


(From An Unnamed Memory, an essay in my upcoming book: And Then I Smiled: Reflections on a Life Not Yet Complete”)