The moon has awoken with the sleep of the sun, the light has been broken; the spell has begun. ~ Midgard Morningstar

The photo above I took on the Pacific coast. My witchy writer mind imagines the edge of a fairytale. A fog (as long as you don’t have to sail a ship or a drive a car in it, of course) feels magical. When we were here, the fog hid the rock formations, disappearing them in the gray light.

I grew up able to look out at water. Not an ocean, but impactful nonetheless.

I miss it.

One of the many joys of the trip I took this summer was the moment when I opened the door to get out of the car and the smell and sound of the ocean hit me. I couldn’t see the ocean from where were parked, but my senses threw me right back to my Florida childhood. While I don’t particularly want to live near hurricanes and flood waters, I do want to see that expanse of blue and reflective light again.

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