Ships passing in the night, their light growing faint as they near their separate horizon; their wake slowly fading as they become one and the same, indistinguishable from the whole. Across the vast, vast sea the tide comes in. Standing on the shore, she removes her socks and shoes and steps into the surf, dancing with Her love. SRH 2023
5:15 a.m. The light from the quarter moon shines upon my face as if to beckon me awake so that I may see the moon light upon my skin and know the beauty that I see has always been within.