I remember standing on Silverstrand Beach,

looking out across the Pacific; and seeing the end of my world.

I thought about the water.

The lengthy stretch of movement.

It went on forever.  I couldn't think about the land on the other side. 

It was too far, too overwhelming to contemplate. 

But as my eyes squinted and my arms hung at my sides, i thought only of 

the water.

And the movement.

Of my heart.

essie our.