I live in an area of California that provides comfortable weather to walk the beaches year-round. After losing Warren, I spent what feels like thousands of moments staring out into the ocean and the sky. I wouldn’t really think. I would just look and listen. I could feel sadness, loneliness, and confusion inside of me. But I never acted on it. I just watched the waves, and the clouds move in their original ways. Although I can’t logically explain it, all this time helped me process grief. Something external taking new movement and shapes helped an internal movement in me. The image taken here is from one of the times that nature was helping with my healing.