Freedom, Glorious Freedom
I flew in from San Jose this evening to San Diego. Home. The moon was a massive orange crescent over the Pacific Ocean. It was one of those uncanny and other-worldly celestial bodies that makes you think there is a higher power. A supernatural force signaling you. For me this deity—of natural sorts—was commanding me to take a dip in the frigid Pacific Ocean. I headed this call. I had the freedom to do so. God bless freedom. Freedom is a duty that few realize and we all pursue, but we all contain.