Erie

It always comes back to the beach, those rolling landscapes of shining sand, oddly similar to the blankets I stared at during afternoon naps as a child. The waters took me back to back in high school, when I went to the beach with Katia and her family, when we drew a large M in the sand (Min and Myers) then sat and let the silence of the blue sky settle between us. Every time I think back to something that happened earlier in my life, before life began to rip things away from me, I understand how much there is to appreciate and showcase in the forefront of my mind. If one lives in the small joys and daily victories, good for them; but I say that one may also relish the endless glory of being in those best moments, the split seconds of euphoria that shall never die so long as the heaven and the earth contains the mind within its margins.