In an effort to still the swirling dark clouds in my head (negativity runs through me like a kind of demon some days) I’m striving to find beauty in my days.

I’m pretty sure it’s there.

Well, I’m almost sure it’s there and like a blurred lens I twist and turn my brain to bring it into focus.

Cycling to work I found some.

Misty mornings, sunlight breaking through. Brighton Beach.