Postcards from the Edge

The things we carry

Sitting out on a sun-soaked beach on the French Riviera, I had a moment of absolute gratitude.  Not for the Catch a Thief beach scenario I found myself in.  Not for the suntan slowly brining me back to life (as a yellow undertone human… pale is not a look we thrive in).  Here, right now.  All the unknown.  All of the tears shed, the misdirection, the fe…