As I walk down the beach, sun making my skin and the sand hot, I feel the bite and soft bruise of the rocks that litter the sand, worn smooth from tumbling in the river but hard nonetheless.  Walking tenderly along I am reminded of my barefoot childhood and our gravel driveway.  The tiny rocks assaulting the softened soles of a shoed winter.  By summers end the same soles toughened with the ability to sprint across those rocks without a fore or after thought.

Life is tough but we have the ability to build protective layers, just don't make those layers so thick you can't experience life.

Artist, dreamer, lover of life. Former gym owner redefining me.