Screaming Into The Wind

There is a place where sand and sea, wind and water meet. It is a crossway to the realities that are and the ones that could be. A place where possibility and potential make their presence known in the landscape that becomes our lives.

Not far away is a small, bitter place so out of conjunction with the atmosphere of hope and freedom that lives close by. It is the place where all the things we have left unsaid in our lives, the happiness we could have had, the opportunities we let pass us by, come to die.

It takes less than a minute to create a graveyard in this sad, forsaken place. Desperation, despair, and emptiness permeate the very air.

And trying to get out is like screaming into the wind.

Don't let the possibilities die.