Swinging Feet dangle along the dock 

Where we trespass to find such beauty

Whose to say I shouldn't trade my house for this one and wake up here everyday

Whose to say I dont- as I travel along this life and time and love comes and passes thru me, it is me and when it's shared I'm just reminded that I am most alive- in the sailence most full in the giving most grasps by faith I am lifted up into, synchonicity might as well be a book that connects all moment to all moments and I glide the the time-