It’s a place to go where magic happens. When asked where it is I always say: Far from anywhere.

Across the sandhills and down through the runoff I wander focused always on the distance surf, relentlessly pounding the rocks, forever rolling in no matter high or low tide.

I met a woman there once, standing on the water’s edge, the ebbing tides circling her feet, occasionally running up her shins. She never flinched as the water is always cold in this spot.

I knew her mind was somewhere beyond the horizon, in a place I am sure she longed to be.

There was only the two of us there that day. I went and stood beside her, for no other reason that I thought I needed another human near to me.

Continue reading: Horizon #writephoto – Woman at the water’s edge