connecting the (.)s

Last night, sitting on the sandy shore of MB, digging into an Angus burger, I remembered Mr. Jobs famous words from his 2005 commencement speech. That one can connect the dots only when one looks backwards. So far everything has made sense. The ocean and I have a strange bond, that I've shared on many moonlight nights. It silences the noise that plagues my mind sometimes and gives me direction. T'was a good time.