I pointed the lens into the heavens and this is what I got. It seemed fitting. A pause between light and darkness, a gradual thaw emanating from the heavens, a promise of something powerful through the steely grey of water, my footprints fading fast in the incoming tide. A time of change is afoot, a new beginning, a gradual clarity that I can only secretly enjoy for now. New words come and old words blend into the fresh seams like invisible silken threads I never knew existed. I am a woman on the shoreline, testing my own balance, walking on a slim path of pure and sensual bliss. I have rediscovered something from the past. Something that delivers a new sense of pleasure, as if I had forgotten what it is to be kissed, wrapped in a big towel, drawn into the depths without fear. Without hesitation. Without having to turn around to see what I left behind.