Sitting upon the edge of nowhere with my feet firmly planted in the cool water of a lake … my arms behind me supporting me like a chair … the part of me that begs to be seated is upon the smooth silk like sand … the sun caresses my up turned face with its gentle warmth… I’m not hot cause there is a gentle breeze coming off of the lake…this is where I come to find my bliss when the tides of hardship crash upon my soul… I run to the edge of nowhere and find myself once again restored in the solitude.
