And then it hit me. Right then and there. Could it be? The souls surrounding are equally as impactful as the hues of blue? What establishes our environment anyways? Is it just what we can see in plain sight?
The whisper of the wind blew across my face as the pelican swooped down to grab his prey.
I pondered, as I often do…
Say the waves were perfect, and water temp just right. The ball of fire is doing its thing, shining bright. The crowd is low and the wave count high.
Does the saltwater and sunshine bleach out the energy of that human to human underlying connection? Or can that connection wash out what could be heaven on Earth?
My mind is boggled, but my intuition beams through.
It’s not this nor that. It never is. It’s always a combination, a situational toll, a collective whole. And you can’t see it when you’re in it, because everything is just. too. close.