Standing on the shore of the ocean of opportunity.
A span of open ocean.
Waiting for a wave to finally reach you.
Trying not be be pulled in with the retreating tide.
Feet buried deep in the sand that is slipping away.
All you see is the land you were standing on being pulled away.
Land of opportunity being taken by the hopeful waters.
Which ever way you go.
That is for shore.
Created: Apr 25, 2012michke9 Document Media