It was one of those days. One of those dreary days, full of gray clouds. It was misty. The ocean, it sprayed water like mist all over the place. The ocean loves these days. It takes the opportunity and uses it to misbehave. The waves are big, crazy, and all over the place.

But I was way above, safe from it. I was in my home, my club-house, my secret lair. Just a car-ride and a short hike away, it felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. And I like it that way.

Staring out the window, on my favorite kind of day, in my favorite place in the world, it’s unlike anything else. I can’t help but love the ocean right now. Like maybe we have something in common, and uncommon with other people. Like it understands me. Even though all its doing is messing around, the earth is its playground.

This is my sancuary, where I can think these silly thoughts. And more thoughts. That’s all I do here. Think. And the only ones who interupt me are my friends, the ocean and the wind.

My lighthouse on the hill.