I decided not to go to the pond today as I need to think out my strategy and what my next move will be regarding yesterday's "first contact." Instead, I went to Potts Point. I know a secret trail in to the beach, accessible only on foot. It's a hike in but well worth the effort, and I knew I could think there without being bothered. It turned out to be a really good idea as the wind and the surf have such a calming effect. Thousands of old snail shells crunched under my feet as I walked, and the seagulls couldn't be bothered with a lone human figure making her way slowly down the beach. It's days like these when there is not another soul to be found that I find myself wondering if I have already crossed through some portal. If I have, it's not such a bad place to be. I could get used to this. Dinner washes in twice a day with the tide.
Potts Point, Maine
On the way back, though, I found an odd formation of rocks and shells--clearly not made by the wind or surf. I don't know what it means, but I decided to take a picture of it. It could just be nothing, but then it could be some sort of sign. Considering there was not another soul on that beach and that I do not recall seeing this on the way in, it could have some sort of significance. I'll save it for when I find my ally, for surely now I know I have an ally among them. It's finding him that's going to be tough, and yes, for some reason I think it's a "him." That gives me an idea. Maybe I've been going about this all the wrong way. Maybe I shouldn't be trying to find him but should let him come to me. A plan is starting to brew . . .
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