Bird’s eye view.

Walking along the bluff, hidden beaches call out and invite the walker to visit. I often succumb to their siren song. But I prefer to look down from the bluff, viewing the trails of footprints left by other hikers, the trails of sea foam, the way dark and light endlessly change and form new patterns. 

From up here, things begin to fall into place. Disappointments fade as I begin to see them in context. Beauty gives way to exhilaration, and joy.