"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I took about a three hour walk along the beach today to pray and try and get some things that I've been going through settled. The tide was out and I just kept going out farther and farther as I walked until I realized that I was sinking up to my ankles. This is what's left after stomping, scraping, and beating the poor shoes to death.