Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.

The road to recovery may be tough, but I've closed all the doorsthat lead to giving upWith only one choice in hand, I am focused on healing

Only the ocean kept the same rhythm. Crashing in and slowly pulling back out, it never lied, never changed. It tried to teach them a life of romantic consistency.

Thoughts make life tough.

The moon was low but not full. The men set out along the dock in conversation. As they dropped onto the dark beach, Simmons declared, __here can be no better place in the world than this.__enderson had to agree. The beach was beautiful. The stars lit the sand and balmy air rode in as the waves washed up on paradise

If Kumar had his way they would leave for Fiji every year just before Thanksgiving and not return until the New Year rang in and the decorations came down. They would swim with the fishes and lie on the beach eating papaya. On the years they were tired of Fiji they would go to Bali or Sydney or any sunny, sandy place whose name contained an equal number of consonants and vowels.