A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
Logging this morning at southies, what the waves lacked in size they made up in form. The sun rose out of the water and welcomed the few of us beached mammals to where we'd rather be...Blissful beyond the breeze.