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While I was exploring the coastal beaches of Florida, I happened upon this embark in Clearwater.  I often visit different cities and habitats for inspiration in my writing or to grasp a setting a little better than relying on pure imagination. 

The wind was cool and the skies were gray. The people were scattered across the coast like Camden flowers. This little area was completely vacant, filled with a quiet solitude accompany by the anxious waves crashing against the bank. 

I inhaled; the salt air filled my lunges, sprinkles of water floating in the air softly caressed my skin. I was in a heaven that no one but myself could accessed.  It was mine and mine alone.

I was without sound or movement for about five minutes. That short time was the most therapeutic, most relaxing, and dare I say alluring span of time in my life.

Earlier this spring, I was coming home from a long week of exploring in Baltimore. In the midst of driving a terrible storm arose. I began to slow my car and adjust the thermostate in my car.

A few seconds passed and then window cleared and moments later the storm passed on. What greeted me next was a fog so thick…you could see barely a foot in front of you.

I kept driving while others pulled into a nearby rest stop. It felt like the fog would continue forever. Yet, the cloud began to part and beams of light flooded the road.

Oh you who has brought me the sun
Your beams of light make me gleam
As I brace the wind and run
With heavens’s light along the stream
Oh you who has given me hope
Let nothing drive us apart
Through the night my soul copes
As your rays help me soar