Reading and relaxing on the shores of North Myrtle Beach.

Ex post facto

It was harder than I thought to post from my phone on the beach while wearing sunglasses. Now that I’m on my laptop back at the beach house, I can see that these pics don’t do the grandeur of God’s creation justice. I may need to delete this post and start over.

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I feel the sky breathe in colors,
And the sun sinks not in silence,
But in a final hymn of gold.
Below, the flowers do not merely bloom—
They listen, they remember.
In this moment, even the wind seems to paint.