Like a welcoming hand, as the tide is low, permitting its most well-kept secrets to be discovered, it acknowledges that chance and choice are not mere consequences, but opportunities tempting and trustworthy. Take a ride or watch as the current comes crashing in and leaves you standing on the shore, and the boat, silent, and stealth-like, just waiting for you, finds it sail and rides the high seas, without you.
We can watch and wish, we can gaze and guess, or we can begin our journey with guts, glory, perception, and purpose. In the time of Trump, we must weather the high seas of hate, the tsunami of bigotry and bias, setting a course where freedom and fair gently take us to our next horizon. Joe and I are in Provincetown, and the cruel world around me is just outside the bubble of beauty this place begs you to enjoy. Day One, and I can dream once more!
