I was alone at the beach today, cycling, thinking, stoning and writing.

The wind in my hair, soft grass beneath me, the sun fading quickly behind the clouds, the gales bring the waves and every grain of sand seemed so right and so proper. Nothing would make me change the way things are now.

And for a long time now, I wanted to thank everyone and everything that contributed to making things so right for me, for allowing me to be who I am, and who I want to be; childish, imprudent, impulsive, irreverent, rude, boisterous and obnoxious. Special thanks go to those who indulge in my excesses, and those who held me back from killing myself in some insane act. And for those who partake in my periodic crazy adventures, their presence made a irrational world less lonely.

To those who love me, I am honoured and I am grateful. I am truly blessed for I am well loved. And in turn, I hope to love well. Treading on the winds, I am a happy nihilist.

We are all connected in magical ways; without those whom I know to exist, or do not know to exist, I am impossible. Thank you for making everything wisp in the sky so right.

'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see,
yeah
And you set me free

The sea embraced the beach and the breeze wrapped itself gently around me. I dropped a blade of grass to the winds, and I floated away, cushioned by your every breath.