What a Day for the Beach

Cloudy skies clear cloudy minds, so what a day for the beach. The boy ponders, searching for solace on the seasides shore. Skipping rocks instead of deciding decisions, questions that require answering in order to step into the steadfast future. 
 

Posted in response to the challenge Crossroads.

Danyliej

VT

18 years old

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