Waves of Grace
I used live on Mission Beach in San Diego. Outside of the busy summer months, the beach houses were turned into student rentals. In my last year of college, my friend and I were fortunate enough to have rented a small apartment right by the Pacific Ocean. Each morning, I would dart to the coast to watch the waves crash and recede, crash and recede, crash and recede. This constant rhythm hummed in the background of an otherwise tumultuous college year.