Drake sits alone at the beach. It is the end of another georgeous day.. Zephyr Island has ideal weather this time of year. Cloudless skies bright sunshine.. warm gentle breezes. It’s a hypnotic blend of Tropical climate and Springtime weather. One that Drake personally enjoys.

As Drake sits alone in the warm sand he begins to reflect on his life. He scans the beach for other people. He sees none . At first he thinks to himself that he is dreaming. But he knows better. It’s impossible that hes dreaming because, he would not be able to imagine a place this beautiful on his own.

The sound of the surf and the roar of the ocean puts his mind on this calm level of consiousness. Thoughts seem to drift and wander. Seagulls overhead fly and cry to eachother. They catch his eye, as he watches them soar and glide through the air. Their freedom to soar that high and to move with that kind of grace, astounds Drake. He wishes that he had the same abilities. To dance with the wind and to move with such ease