Sea birds sweep above the landscape of high cliffs, rolling hills, and ocean.
Late Afternoon.
The Coast

A Thousand Years
Meeting Place
Blustery
. . .
As the wind lifts my wings I turn and glance down. There, far below, the beauty of land and sea greet one another. I close my eyes to feel the pleasure and pressure of wave and dip of coastline as the air bumps and breaks beneath me.
