Rachael Speirs

Its a cold and gray day at the salty beach in Maine. You were just splashing around in the water, floating on your back and watching as a dark, black storm moves in. The lightening started to strike the water, lighting it up.
You make your way to the beach where a thick, warm quilt is waiting for you and you run through the sea grass and reeds to your rustic, wooden seaside cottage where you will nestle by the fire and drink tea as you watch the raging storm.