It is always a beach. My inner world; my matrix - it is always a beach, will always be a beach. Why? Many reasons. Main one? I love the ocean; and I think that the ocean reflects the many various nuances of a living creature of sorts. And so, I feel linked to the ocean, because I too - like a living creature of sorts - reflect nuances too numerous to catalog. Shades of blue change within a hair of seconds, almost the same, but never exactly. Soft and silent - motion-filled stillness - crashing thunderous violence - many, many tiny living things making up a whole beast of possibilities.

At my heart's shoreline lives a stealthy ocean on the verge of riot.

Come and visit sometime. We'll play volleyball, avoid the poppa-jellies, punch sharks on their noses, chase the gulls, throw the starfish back in, watch the baby sea turtles flap to the waterline, pick out the prettiest shells, kiss under the stars, body surf, walk hand in hand with the sand squishing between our toes....I promise it will be an adventure.