So ends my sojourn to the Pacific shore as I await the dawn. Paths untraveled yet remain as I wander back to a familiar rutted track, eyes and ears open to see where the Universe leads. Tread lightly, test the stones with each step; and know that the tides will remove all trace of my passing. Accept a gift, give in return; give another, not expecting the same. Treasures found kept small and light, a rock for the pocket, sea’s song for the mind. Memory gems to polish, keep dear; knowledge is strength that drives away fear.