The asters are out again, just in time for my birthday.

And each year on this day, I look back and wonder how a person can change so much, and how without thinking I suddenly am who I am.

The Ocean is a wild thing. 

She rises and falls, crashes and swells. 

Out she calls, luring lonely souls to her watery depths and sand strewn beaches. 

Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.