Between the space of surfing and hanging out with my friends, I always take the opportunity to find quiet time .. Reflection and opportunities to gather my thoughts.
This small gull feather, caught on the afternoon breezes, danced along the shoreline before coming to rest right below my feet. I pondered the bird that had dropped it – all the miles it might have flown. The sand underneath, created by the pummel of waves on unseen corals. the wind ruffled the edges of the feather along with my hair. Small waves echoed their cresting against the dusty cliff faces.
So much beauty .. all it asks is to be seen.