Postcards from My Mind
They come unannounced—these postcards from a simpler time—faded fragments of golden days when life moved at the pace of the tide. In their quiet return, they remind me of who I was, and who I still long to be.
They come unannounced—these postcards from a simpler time—faded fragments of golden days when life moved at the pace of the tide. In their quiet return, they remind me of who I was, and who I still long to be.
A Wind-Blown, Tide-Ravaged Coastline Lost in Time The wind howls through the pines, bending them like weary sentinels along the rugged, tide-ravaged shore. Salt lingers in the heavy air, whispering…