A Morning at the Beach.

It was early in the morning, when the sky was still dim. I was walking on the beach by myself with my sandals off, feeling the grainy sand that comforts my feet as I walked across the shore. The tide hit the shore, making the spray of water splash on my skin. The salty air blowing on my face felt wet and cool as it passed by. The beach was very quiet, there was no …

…reach the end of our map, the edge of all. We will be the first to go beyond this point. I have no idea what awaits us once we leave the edge of the map, but I am ready for whatever may come. I fold up the paper and put the lid over it. I throw it back into the ocean and watch it slowly drift away. I slowly walk away heading for my house.