You’re standing there alone. Watching the waves, just like you do every day. Maybe today I’ll have the courage to say hello. Maybe I’ll have the courage to ask you what is that you see when you look at the waves? What are you hoping to find?

The wind tousles your brown hair, pushing it back from your face. Your piercing blue eyes hold their gaze. They’re as cold as the sea on this November morning.

I take another step forward. I’m closer today than I’ve ever been. Today. I must do this today before I lose my courage. A deep breath and another step forward. And another.

Continue reading at Penny Wilson Writes