How many of her most attractive wares should have served as warning instead?
Time and time before had only served to reinforce that her light could only blind me.
Time and time before… and yet here I stand once again.
Advance or retreat? Does my contemplation exist only to assuage tomorrow’s guilt?
I know how this will end, but still I glide purposefully towards her harbor.
Moving closer, I smile – knowing full well that my every best intention will only find me wrecked upon her shores.
This post was made in collaboration with Doug Craig, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for the use of his fine photo. You can see more of Doug here.