This morning.

I love walking the length of Crissy Field in the Marina every morning with our dog.  Just the pure happiness in the dog's walk and her smile is worth the detour...never mind the views. This morning I came across this washed up wooden cross. It must have a story that means something to someone. I sat quietly with it for a while and let the waves decide whether to take the cross higher up shore or return it back to the sea before I continued on my journey.