The Sea and an Unwanted Awakening.
My bare feet dragged through the dawn grass, the dew gently washing my feet. I cross under the stone gate, sliding my fingers across the pillars on both sides of me. Far ahead, at the bottom of the long hill I could see the beach. The waves in the sea, though large, seemed only ripples lapping up against the large black rocks that pierced up through the waters. I hoist my satchel higher up on my shoulders and walk on. Keeping my eyes steadily on the sea, my destination, I begin wading through the tall grass, the beginning of which marked the end of my back garden. I closed my eyes for a minute feeling the touch of the shifting grass strands. I had no fear of tripping, I feel I’ve walked this path so many times. I soon emerge at the other end of the waves of tall, thin stalks and into a forest of flowers. I wonder if the wildflowers marvel up at me the way I marvel up at the Redwoods in the forest my friend lives in. I held up the skirt of my dress and glide between each bloss...