North of North's Shore

As I walk out past the sands of Loyola beach, out to the lighthouse on the point, I thank god for this small retreat, this recouping, and reforming of my reckless life. An unusually warm May wind caresses my face and tickles a foreign smile upon my lips. I look at the vast cloudless sky and seemingly endless waters and begin to realize my purpose again, my reason for being, myself, and my happiness so long forgotten.