This is something I wrote a while back after a vacation in Israel it was very inspirational to me!

I know were not supposed to do so many posts in one night, but this has been a hectic weekend at work at Chammps and closing every night gives me no time or opportunity to get my thoughts out!

I would walk slowly with the waves following beside me. Salt water splashed on my ankles causing a stinging sensation to run through my cuts and bruises caused by the thousands of mosquitoes and mistaken steps. It’s strange how the salt water actually cures those same cuts. With the power of the sea gliding behind me I slowly made my way to the jagged fence, separating the regular beach and the orthodox beach. For some reason that day, 20 feet away from the fence laid a huge mass. Its hard and textured body was covered in green algae, underneath an almost steel plated shell pure black, shiny eyes stared at me. Salt water and ants had begun to eat away at the shell. The sea turtle was dead, my first significant death discovered at age fifteen.