In darkness and shadow the answers lay hidden and skitter away into cracks, where light does not reach and secrets will whisper their voices now lost to the air. Where wings will take flight and carry those voices to one who will answer the call, the call of the wild and of the tamed and…
On the first day she sat by the window watching the caps atop the waves. A scene that was continually moving, shifting, churning the algae green and sandy browns against the rocks. The smell of the sea lifted in the drops upon the wind forming a mist that hung like a curtain where the water…