It’s almost dusk and I can feel the sun on my face as the last light fades into the horizon. The forceful breeze off the Pacific creates crashing waves on the jagged shore where I stand.
The wind’s whisper in my ear suggests to me there’s more to Mother Nature’s story here. She says to me… there is a small cove where angels go to play. And where they go, mere mortals cannot survive because of the treacherous rock formations and crashing tide. It’s called Angels’ Pool and it exists only through the eyes of time.