Trees growing upwards remind us of our strength.
We huddle into a hug, we form a circle of warmth, arms reaching into arms like the trees, tangled branches moving into tangled branches.
Our smiles echo joy, our tears give us courage, we drink in their saltiness as their drops hit our lips. They make us human, they remind us that we are vulnerable. Soft inside. Tissue and blood, and ribbons of love and sadness.
We press. We forge. We grow.
A year folds into another year.
We reflect. We redefine. We memorialize.
With the sea at our left, the highway at our front, and the air at our fingertips, we are given perspective. The untraveled road before us creates curiosity, we feel alive.
Hands twisting into the sky, fingers intertwining with the movements of the fast air as it whips our hair and moves our thoughts into bigger thoughts.
We are in a new world. Fresh future presses hard against our skin.
The familiar landscape miles behind us hold our trivial thoughts captive.
YOU CAN HAVE THEM, we yell though open windows, our words bouncing off the coast, and falling deep into the sand.
You can have them, we whisper again into the shore.