It is early and the air is filled with the mist of a low country dawn. Before me is a serene salt water marsh, murmuring with life, undisturbed by the thunder of the ocean roaring just beyond the breeze. How I have come to be in this place after all of these years is the story of my life. It will be remembered in bits and pieces by all who have crossed my path and by the ones who were told about me because those paths did matter.
The end lays beyond, in a quiet mystery, out of view, on my mind. It is a place like this, of swirling beaches, of egrets and of trees that never die. One day I shall awake and I will be home.