7:00 AM pulled up as we pulled in

The usually overcrowded parking lot, only dotted with cars

The kind that woke up with the sun

Southern California inhaled deeply and

Exhaled a calmness that only came after dark

Nighttime battled against dawn, it knew that

Saturday mornings were for the dreamers

We met at the corner of sandstone cliffs and

The rumble of Pacific waves

Where the salt of the shores mixed with the

Breaks at dawn

We walked along the turning tides for a handful of miles

Disguised the undeniable draw for connection, and called it exercise

Plans for the day, plans for the week

Hopes for the future

Candid walks from Mission Beach to PB

Candid talks from PB and back

We turned the tides as we listened to each other

Dream

Never admitting that dreams were only for the night

Never stopping one another from

Being

The Pacific Ocean eavesdropped with a smile

Encouraged with a gentle breeze

Guided us with a hug along the coast

Gave us the space to breathe and the

Grace

To be

It wasn’t all the steps that made the difference  

Or the inevitable push and pull of the Pacific Ocean

It was the in between that mattered

An in between journey we walked together

Our lives had waited 30 years to be there

Our souls understood it was worth the wait