Do you see it?

Do you see it?

I came down the stairs to this: a rocky island in the ocean, or so I was informed. 

As they explained, I began to hear the waves crashing and the boat rocking. The sun was hot, but in the optimistic sense that it revitalized the sea-faring souls and made anything seem possible. The fish were playing and the rocks were gorgeous colors, but not the colors I had first seen.

Do you see it now?

It is the beauty of childhood: 

the ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.

Always be creative,

Marie Winfield