Waiting for the tide to come back.
By Patt Sperl
Took this photo only cause I was instructed not to at the time. I was taking photos of the beach, clouds, water, drift wood. Then I saw my friend sitting there. Feet up. Deep in thought. I thought it was poetic in some way. As the log sat she sat on the smallest part of the whole log. But yet no issues arose. No problems. Just her. the beach. utter calmness. For a second I understood the 3 hours drive we took.