I saw it from my maze of caverns first. A tide rolled in and seagulls wheeled above. The air was clean and infused with the scent of soft waves. I hobbled out. The sand was sodden underfoot, darkened where it snuck between toes. Crabs lifted their arms to the heavens. The sky was vast and open, a picture of possibility painted in cobalt. I took a breath and stepped into a horizon both terrifying and exciting. Where it led I didn’t know. I rolled out, thinking only to leave the caves far behind.

(oneword)