Counting Stars

Through all my darkness, they're still there.  The celebration continues.  I suppose it's a celebration of life; a celebration I could have had all along, but it took me falling down to find the party. 

Facing North (West); Rising East

I felt the warmth of the sun awaken my skin.  Even with the blinding reflections off the water, my eyes opened wider as if I was breathing through them.  I stood taller on the board, rooting my feet in the surface's grooves.