I'm on a boat. Its engines are busy churning up ocean into a white spray; cutting through the stillness with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop. We started in the drab, industrial surroundings of San Pedro but are now in open water, having left any reference to dry land far behind.
There is something about being in the middle of the ocean that is magnificent. The faint smell of salt. The sun reflecting off the water. The air whooshing past. And when you look out on the horizon--when you gaze into infinity--the vastness is mesmerizing, humbling, and terrifying all at the same time. It certainly makes you reflective.
Anyway, as we head deeper into the mist toward Avalon, the excitement builds for G & P's wedding. It feels blessed, and I am glad to be a part of it. So with that, enough Internet. Onward to celebration!
--KM
"Don't you worry 'bout a thing."
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