Chasing the Horizon

As I sit facing the strong San Francisco winds, I wonder why the meeting of water and sky feels so tranquilizing. Is it because our eyes deceive us into believing they truly meet—destined forever yet forever apart? Or is it because nature invites us to believe in paradoxes? The calm surface of the bay, gently rippling, conceals a world of life, just as the open sky carries its weightless mystery. Sitting at the shore feels like standing at the edge of reason, ready to step off the gravel floor into the impossible—the perfect illusion where earth meets eternity.