Marin.

The Marin headlands were in fine form today.  
My breath taken away and given back by 
Salt air. 
Sunshine. 
Wildflowers. Waves. 

Sometimes living here breaks my heart. 
And then suddenly I’m looking at the sea,  
the mountains at my back,  
supporting me,  
safe and whole.  
If only I could stay on that beach forever.